When she found herself in the womb,
she wanted to freely bloom.
Her heart started beating,
as she eagerly waited for the greeting.

Soon she stretched her arms,
spreading along her charms.
She then sucked her thumb,
there seemed music- she did hum.

She was pretty as a pearl,
but they found out she was a girl.
Soon she saw something enter the womb,
hindering her cozy cocoon.

She cried in pain,
but it was in vain.
Alas, she was killed,
by someone who was too skilled!

GREG RAKOZY xxxx xxxxx
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  1. Poignant poem Swati and deep echo what she went through, the pain piercing the soul.

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