Melancholic forlorn
I mourn all alone
Secured in her
Womb
I hoped, to be born;
Tomorrow
When the doctor
Comes
to do the mtp as
Plan
I have no choice to
Live
Resisting the powerful
Man
Before the break of
Dawn
I will be forever
gone
I wail, “Mom please”
Don’t
feeble are my cries
Alone
No one to hear no one to care
Foetus, had no voice to air!