Satyamev Jayate : Female Foeticide

Story of embosomed half blossom bud ………

The story of female foeticide is not unknown either. We were already known but it came in to limelight when a celebrity came forward to bring this in the front of everyone with a team which doing such deadly surveys almost in every part of the country. People who are indulged in it are not different but the ones among us. This terrible act is not a single man act but many hands are coding together to execute…….

“Together is the force, easier to complete the task”.

It’s been showed in the episode that the % of educated and literate people is high in female foeticide but few questions are still remain unanswered:

Why educated ones?

Or

Is this only for the baby boy?

Why we are pointing out others?

Or

What action we have taken so far?

Is the lack of knowledge in family planning?

Or

Is the education required for narrow minded oldies and in-laws?

What is the fault of unblosomm bud?

Or

What is the fault of female womb?

The questions will remain unanswered until we by our own would not take the step further in first killing this thought that;

“We only want a baby boy” 

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A poem of embosomed bud………..

I'm a small little bud

I'm a stranger to the world,

Slowed is my breathing,

raising in the shadow of mothering…

Some of my desires, growing inside,

In the mother’s womb, that resides,

One day, I will come to seeing the light

I’m afraid of being in the dark side...

Sometimes I feel, this feeling inside her,

My mother cries often and got so nervous,

When she cries, I want to talk with her,

I am unable to touch,

As my shape is amorphous...

How rage was that voice, faint light smirk,

the strange thing happened,

and a bit harsh touch..

I was afraid and got over blow,

What was that touch, I wanted to know?

I didn’t know anyone, was a stranger and unknown,

Why they broke me, when I was just half grown?

I had desires left in me, wanted me to blossom,

my eyes get closed and will no longer be able to open...

I was a small little bud,

And was a stranger to the world,

Slowed was my breathe,

died in the shadow like a little seed…

Some of my desires were trapped inside,

In the mother's womb, left like a mask,

I ended my last breath; do not want to return,

What was my fault; I just want it to ask?

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