' From The Heart Of Your Late Daughter'

Can parents be killers too?

Yes they can, if they are like you.

Didn't I deserve a chance to be alive?

No, it just had to be deprived.

Mother, didn't you once think,

Of your little girl, that's me,

Didn't your heart once sink,

After pondering you could've let me be.

Father, didn't you want to hear my first words,

To hold my little fingers,

To pick me up when I fall,

'My Hero', you could've been called.

I too wanted to be born,

I too wanted to be adorned

I wanted to play with you,

And be there for you feel blue.

Mommy, didn't you want to tie

My hair in a braid,

I could've massaged your head,

But now I've been forbade.

Daddy, didn't you once want

To hold me in your arms,

Did you do it because of

Society's lifelong taunt?

If not, then tell me why

Did you let me die?

You killed me and that makes it worse,

Was I really such a curse?

My son, dear son,

That's all you say,

But would he stand by you,

When your hair turns grey?

You talk about equality,

You talk about rights,

Then why didn't you

Let me see the lights?

And these are the last words,

From the heart of your late daughter,

Who still loves you, even when

She was mercilessly slaughtered.