The eyes in the dark, surrounding slaughters
Helpless voice from a mother’s womb came pleading,
Don’t strangle the little hands to hold one morning
Tiny steps shouldn’t be barred mercilessly
A kitten pouncing in the garden to be cared,
Don’t kill me inside, walk me down and help me embrace the beauty
My affection will never end,
No less than a boy you asked for
A daughter with a face of son,
Each desired for....

Ayushi Jain