Those We Put To Sleep[1]
When the rain drowns every other noise
The female fetuses begin to
Conspire. Green splashes from the green, and
All morning the sons of men play with
The rooms, tables, chairs. Indoor, because of rain.
Outside the murmurs float and twirl from
One glistening leaf to another.
Father you put us to sleep. Father
You put us to sleep. You said, A man
Can do only his life’s worth of wrong.
Wrong. Wrong, father. One wrong travels beyond,
Blows in the breeze from veers of time.
[1] Fetal sex determination and sex-selective abortion by medical professionals has grown into a 1,000 crore industry (US$244 million) according to Wikipedia article on violence against women in India
Meet Mago Contributor, Kushal Poddar.
What a gift to us all, this poem written expressly for Return to Mago by renowned poet Kushal Poddar. Mago blessings on us all. Thank you, Sistren.