I have died a million deaths
in the last ten minutes
I am a tied up sack
And they do not open up
What is kept hidden for the
Rainy days.
I am the pawn played
Only as the last resort.
My womb is taken up by the
Masters who decide to have
Sons or daughters
If they want sons
The daughters have to
Give way
I have died before
But never at the hands
Of unborn children
The sword is heavy
And the poison strong
But what they do not know is that
My life is not in my throat but
in my toes
Prathibha Nandakumar
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