Cold Blood

Everything seemed calm as always

The blood nurturing her was warm

Warm enough to give her a sound sleep

She slept slowly, on the rhythm of the heartbeats

The heartbeats of the God, The lady, Her Mother

In every blow of air reaching her,

She could feel the essence of her Mother’s Happiness

She felt safe inside and trusted that outside will be even safer,

But still she wanted to stay there, inside her mother

The warmth of blood that was nourishing her, was heavenly

She was afraid whether she would get this out there or not

Not someone else but her mother was knowing

That her little princess was everyday growing

Soon she would be out in this world

How would she look, how would she smile

This feeling of nurturing a body inside body was fragile

May be these were the feelings which were flowing in the blood

Warming it to be cozy enough for the little daughter

She loved the warmth and calmness to the core

But one day suddenly, the blood turned freezing cold

The shivering that trapped her body, she could hardly hold

Had something happened to her mother?

Ambushed in the anxious thought she turned inside the womb

The coldness of blood was thickening her

Sighs of pain reaching to her though the blows of her mother’s breaths

Were clear enough to tell that her mother was not fine

She wanted to grow up, stand for her mother & fight to save her

Naïve of her strength she moved hastily inside the womb

The frostiness of the cold blood seemed scrawny in front of her courage

She was sure she would save her mother from this problem

But something abruptly stopped her.. piercing her thin soft membrane

She couldn’t feel the pain, neither had she cried

The thing was warm, but this warmth was alien

Now the cold blood was flowing down the floor & so was she

The cold blood that was her quilt was flown mercilessly

Before she could know that it was not her mother but her, who was in trouble

She died.

Before she could cry for the pain that her poor skin tolerated during her assassination

She died.

Before she could find out who murdered her hardheartedly for what reason

She died.

National Girl Child Day. So what have you decided about the life of your Girl child? Will you be able to let her live in the warmth of love or will it be a cold blood thing written in her fate?