Abortion

When she was a kid

She used to dream of doll houses and kitchens

They remained all dreams.

Time passed by….

Her dreams wanted to flourish

She posed no impediments

And nurtured them instead

Now she envisaged herself

Soaring high over the ocean

With outstretched wings

Far, far, away

To a new, wonderous world

Her dreams continued

But one day sanity got the better of her

Making her realize

All the dreams of hers were to remian

Mere effiigies of unborn realities

And she felt that was the truth

To emancipate herself from the new-found truth

She resorted to aborting them

Killing every inch of her with each abortion

It was agonizing

And she died numerous deaths

Now, where there stood

Her palace of dreams

Is a barren land

Where her thwarted soul

Frantically searches for something

To quench its thirst

Its thirst for yearning, effectuating and relishing

Leading a crucified mother in her –

To often cry for her unborn children

To often ask to herself – ‘Was she justified in this abortion?’