Save Girl Child(The Blessed Cursed) Poem by Vedant Chhabra

The blessed curse
That dark day was a blessing
The blessing which was cursed
Silent wounds were inflicted
That could never be nursed
The day you were discovered
Your father was delighted
And your grandma too
Was never more excited..
I curse the machine till date
That told them you were my girl
They didn’t want your rosy cheeks
And honey golden curls
Immortal Shame I carry in my heart
That I couldn’t save you
My loved ones turned into beasts
I couldn’t take the horrific rue..
It was painless laser
And In a minute you were dead..
I was numb and my ears burnt
“We will have a son now” your living father said
I miss you my child each and every day
And curse my own soul,