The man paced up and down,
The corridors of the closed windows;
He did not care the sweat,
Nor did he notice-
The old folk hunched,
Tight lipped, with quivering mouths and bitten nails,
Anticipating what seemed like doomsday;
For what seemed like eternity.
The man of the white cloth,
Clean and emotionless,
Stepped out of the doors-snakelike, unfathomable;
Without meeting the shivering man's eyes'
Whispered just three words; "It's a girl"
And slunk away.
The man stopped mid tracks;
As though pushed:
By an invisible hand
The old folk shook their head,
With shock, dismay and disappointment.
The open wailing of the young mother,
Filled the otherwise calm of the compartment:
"I don't know how?", "I don't know how?"
"Leave it to die.", was all the father said;
The mother's heart bled: but had no choice-
'Cause neither will her father care,
Nor will her father-in-law spare.'
But the small beautiful infant lay-
Unaware of its fate;
Whether she will be alive;
Whether she will be dumped-
In the cold frosty wind,
Destiny alone can answer!
But who's to blame?
The conservative society? The government?
Only the time can answer that!!
But to create a life:
And to destroy the same……………………………………………….
Only GOD can answer that!!!!
 By,
 Anirudh.V