The Unnamed

A poem on female infanticide in India.

That elusive hope seems just a mile away,
And the dreams fly high and low,
She treads a path not known to every soul,
Her struggle lies in the sorrow �"

A while ago, the sun still shone,
A happy time it was �"
But fleeting joy, ye quicker than the sand,
A deceiving foe, a mere shadow of Loss �"

Her eyes reflect the glory of her little girl,
Her charmed glory, her unnamed child,
The one who never saw the light of the day,
The one who never knew the reason why �"

And thus she burnt in the burning fire,
In the oceans of love she drowned with a vengeance,
And in the black forests, the times were wild
When she despised the Faith that killed her child...

And then they asked, "How dare she question us?"

Reviews

[Apollo_Nashe]

the dark fill gave me goosebumps, quite the work of art here.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Thank you!

[R.E. Ray]

It’s difficult to embrace any “faith” that takes a given life. Such a tragic story and legacy captured so eloquently in this poem.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Yes. A "faith" that dictates the ending of a life is nothing but an abomination.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very sad poem and an indictment upon a culture that allows such barbarism and seems stuck in the middle ages. You capture the feelings of how women are disrespected and forced to witness their own babies murdered.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

It's indeed quite tragic.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Even more tragic is the fact that the age old culture actually celebrates the female sex. It's only through the ages that some twisted men misinterpreted the culture as per their own gains and convenience.