By Aishwarya Pillai
Mum, it's me, your unborn daughter,
The one due to whom your size was
altered.
Not to worry now, I am out of your
womb,
Because,they said I was the reason of
your gloom.
Like other foetus, even I desired to come
into this world,
But least did I know that my wings would
be cut even before they fluttered.
Had I been let into this world, I would
have seeked nothing but an ounce of your
love, care and warmth,
Alas! I was destroyed, and what
eventually had won was your wrath!
What I wanted was a chance to prove
myself,
To show the world that even a girl can
strive with no one to help.
My aspirations and desires were no less
than others,
I would have pulled and portrayed myself
like my brothers.
There would come another chance, a
second chance for me to brief,
To make you believe, to make you happy
and not to become the reason of your
grief!
By Aishwarya Pillai
🧿♥️