Here comes a cry;
the environment dance in whorls with joy.
But standing away a few yards;
my grandma’s question mark, ‘Is it a girl or a boy?’
The nurse appears with a frown;
my heart swings up and down.
From everybody’s lips there slips a sigh;
shadowing the girl’s beautiful cry.
My eyes searching for a happy case
comes to a sudden halt.
I notice my father’s face
and get struck by a lightning bolt.
Lips bend in a downward arch;
his pallor haggard with features dark.
He looks at her with burning eyes;
the eyes which once I considered wise.
The beads of rosemary click aloud;
pronouncing the hatred behind the serene shroud.
I am afraid the mask will soon be shed;
exposing the old man’s face of lead.
I wish you luck my little sister;
for the fight with the evil inside each head.
But I am sorry I can't help you;
Cause with their hands, I am fed.
So, Its about female infanticide. Nothing can be worst than killing a baby before it's born only because it's a girl. People from the east (specially India) can easily relate.
Also it is my first shot at poetry, so I will appreciate all sorts of comments. Please let me know what you feel about it.