In an unknown form, I am the destination of a journey called love,
The day my seeds were sown, i was tender and delicate like a dove.
My Creator was my Preserver and the Nurturer, in human form,
An epitome of divinity, both caring and warm.
She thought and dreamt about me for so many days,
I extracted all my essentials from her in many ways.
I was proud to carry forward the extension of my family,
My Father’s prayers were being answered and thus he indulged in charity.
With the passage of few months, I started gaining shape and size,
My Mother became more cautious and I was frequently under the doctor’s ultrasonic eyes.
One day, out of curiosity, my Granny threw ‘The Question’,
My parents couldn’t help but ignore the apprehension.
The lady doctor was requested and also promised to be rewarded,
While she was checking my nervous Mother and my heart-beat was being recorded.
My parents were anxious and the doctor looked thoughtful,
She asked, ‘What if the result is unfavourable, will you be merciful?”
My parents fell short of words and it was Granny who started to blabber,
In whose arms I had visualised myself being adored and cradled.
The doctor was convinced there was no escape from the crime,
But considering the reward in return, she didn’t seem to mind.
The test took place and the verdict was out,
There was a scary silence in the room and Granny gave a frown.
My Mother was numb, gathering courage to face the truth,
My Father looked helpless in front of her mother’s ruth.
Both my parents exchanged a look of despair and pain,
Tears rolled down my Mother’s cheeks, but their influence in vain.
The couple embraced each other and tried to be strong.
They thought, “Bringing her to life and still doing injustice will also be wrong.”
My death sentence didn’t take me aback yet my eyes watered,
I was like a goat who knows she is going to be slaughtered.
My Granny interrupted and forced my guardian to my gallows,
Where, on the contrary, I could have been welcomed and hallowed.
The door was shut and outside stood my Father wondering in disgust,
“Is it really humane for two women and mothers, on the law of nature, to have such distrust?”
The prick of unconsciousness was more like a slow poison,
It wasn’t the needle’s pain but the loss that made my Mother’s eyes moisten.
My assassination was done, the doctor acted innocent like a nun,
Mother laid lifeless, and Father sat besides, holding her hand and looked stunned.
I was pushed to Death even before I could see Life,
The complices being a doctor, a man, his mother and his wife.
In hopes of ‘the real successor’, i was considered an obstruction,
Which led the same source of my Creation to be my very source of Destruction.