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Oct 2017
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I killed my innocent baby in my womb
I did not give her a more time to survive
I snatched her right in this world to arrive

I knew well in my all senses what I was doing
A painful seed of lifelong dissent I was bowing
Calm and quiet but the brutal ****** I was doing

I knew I will never hear the cry of newborn weeping
For whom the feminine power has a maternal seeking
I killed innocent girl not allowing the time she was needing

I was having nothing against her but a social honor killing
She was a seed of my love but went deserted and unwilling
If I could have kept, she would have been my whole world's filling

Save the one better half from the other good half's bid
Save the girl child, she is the mother of my future grandkid
Wife of my son, sister of her brother please do not do what I did

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
when i read this poem, that was my first time to read his poetry
The Sick Red Carnation
Written by
The Sick Red Carnation  27/F/Iran
(27/F/Iran)   
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