O Bitch , O Liar , O Cheater , O Sterile
Such good names have been given to me
Do you know why?
It’s just because ‘’a son from me’’
Which they couldn’t see.
It’s not occasionally
When I’m drinking tears
Infact it’s in the routine I have
Gulping such poisonous words for years.
But today that’s enough is enough
I too have a voice (though never raised )
I too have many questions now
Which you too have to ask yourself twice thrice.
Does not producing a son mean
I’m infertile or sterile?
Am I actually the reason behind it all?
Just think quietly for a while.
The sons you prefer to be born
The sons you prefer to be taught
Have’nt they ever told you the facts
From the biology books they brought?
What ? No? Yup……………….. why this silence?
Let me only tell you
These are your sons themselves in reality
On whom it depends
The newborn would be what
On themselves the whole story bends.
Further let me teach you one more lesson
Which nature refers to as balance
‘’let it be a son or a daughter,
Treat both as same, both are my blessings.’’
This is the message with infants the mother nature sends…
© 2021 ANTRIKA SINGH