WHERE HAS THE DAUGHTER GONE?

                                          ( Voice against Female Foeticide)

When she was in the womb, did she hear that she was banned?

    She laid stiff to where she belongs, as if she knew right then where her territory ended.

    She could hear her mother’s cries, and the yells her unseen father made,

    She feared what the outside world could be; she wanted to see it so much;

    She wanted to grow up, to be loved, cherished and respected, yet all these were but an illusion.

   

    She believed that she was made by the Creator for a purpose, but she knew that she will never

    -be able to achieve it,

    Sometimes, her tiny toes could respond to the music that was heard

    But her zeal was blown out by her breath of despair;

    She had heard the ugly conversation; if that was so then she had to go,

    She was the victim of choice; she had to go, she had to go

    Sadly there could be no one to ask, where has the daughter gone?

    Where did she go, did you show her the route?

   
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.