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Apr 2016
That night, she would not have slept
When her little babe, in her womb, wept.
Her lap dried and her full ******* sagged
Her nerves pained and blood boiled.
I wondered, wrote nothing, but was perplexed
Were my words bruised, or my pen vexed?
The poem is about girl child foeticide, rampant in most states of India.
Narinder Bhangu
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Narinder Bhangu  Canada
(Canada)   
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