I was a dream written in stone
I was a bundle to be delivered
A happy treat which scriptures Revere
I was the cream of my mom's imagination
But found the wring canvas
On my father stone
I was the daughter of a 21st century elite
But before birth do they delete
Such worthless creations of God
A knife ran
My growing soul freed
From the mortal body
Which this world
Would see
But despise not glee
I wonder do I thank god
Or curse him
As I see my mother crushed
By none other than a misogynist
He laughs
She cries
As the elite
Prepare to speak
On girls' day
O father
Dont you feel shame
At being called as father
Or is my sense wrong
terming a part
Of my genes my father's
I am a soul
Of a woman after freedom
I decide I am happy
I thank Almighty
For freeing me
From sufferings
Of a life
Which I
Would never see....