Farewell, my dear sister.

Farewell, my dear young sister.
To the lap of mother earth , shall you go.
Wolves howl, the wind whispers…
On this night cold and cruel,
You were killed, and buried as a bane.

Farewell, my dear naïve sister.
Our mother who begot us both,
Those eyes, in which were warmth and love.
Today there is no mercy in them.
Or perhaps, the tears don’t reveal.

Farewell, my dear poor sister.
We, both are of the cursed feminine form
I, being already a burden.
You are sent above, but why..?
In guilt shall I perish, if this world allows.

Farewell, my dear dead sister.
As souls we shall meet; I shall
Seek forgiveness for my helplessness
On this night cold and cruel,

You were killed, and buried as a bane.

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This poem, I dedicate to the souls of those little girls who passed away in the dead of the night.

The message is simple!
Stop female foeticide!

Punjab, one of the most affluent states in the country also has the lowest sex ratio and has the largest number or reported incidents of female foeticide. What can be more Indicative..??

As president Bush visits India, we talk about Industrial development and economic reforms, unmindful of the fact that our women and children are still in peril.

Shame on us !!!