The Song Of An Unborn Girl

In India Female foeticide is on rise...people going for abortion of their girl child coz they want a son..I just can't understand why people don't want to own up the God's most beautiful creation..

This poem really touched my heart..It's about an unborn gal asking her mother to let her born..to let her take the first breathe in free air...
This is written by my little sister Ananya...so all credit goes to her...I loved it..I kno you will love it too :)

The Song Of An Unborn Girl

I Am an Angel in Disguise with Dimpled Cheeks and Laughing Eyes

Don't You Want Me? I Am Your Baby.

I've come as a Gift from Heaven's Hall In Your Heart

Oh, Hear My Call, Mother Keep Me I Am Your Baby.

Oh Mom, Let Me Live Don't Take Away My Life. Mother Let Me Live.

You know it isn't right To Stop Me Being Born. I Want To Be Yours.

Oh Mom, Let Me Live Don't Take Away My Life. Mother Let Me Live.

I Want To Live My Life.

Mother You'll See When You Look at Me and You Hold Me in Your Arms.

You'll Fall in Love with Me.

Like A Flower In Your Care, I Am A Gift So Pure And Fair.

Don't You Want Me? I Am Your Baby.

My Little Life, Please Don't Abort, Let Me Live Don't Cut Me Short.

Mother Keep Me I Am Your Baby.

-Ananya Sharma

Wo Bachpan ki Baarish

Mujhe yaad hai wo bachpan ki baarish

jab daudte kadamo se chalakte the paani ki boondein

jab har titliyon ki peeche bhagte they wo nanhe kadam

jab har boondon mein dhoondte they wo meethey pal.

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Mujhe yaad hai wo bachpan ki baarish

jaha kagaz ki kashtiyon ki peeche bhagte they kadam

jaha har phoolon mein mitti ki khushboo talashte they hum

Jaha har ehasas hote hi ban jate they dil ki dhadkan.

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Mujhe yaad hai wo bachpan ki baarish

Jaha maa banati thi pyar bhare pakodiyan

Jaha babuji besabri se pochhte they humare bheege sar

jaha har taraf hoti thi wo pyari khushboo aur titliyan.

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Mujhe yaad hai wo Bachpan ki baarish

Jaha tum saath rehti thi mere

jaha har boondon ki ishare hote they sirf tumhare taraf

jaha har bheegte palo mein sirf ehsaas they tumhare.

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Mujhe yaad hai wo bachpan ki baarish

jab tum badalo ki awaaz se dar kho jaati thi meri baahon mein

jab main chup chap sehamta hua tumhe thaame rehta

jab tumhare julfon se tapakte hue boondon ko sahejta rehta main.

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Mujhe yaad hai wo bachpan ki baarish

jab humesha saath rehne ki kasmein khate they hum

jab meri har soch tumhare bheege chehre ko dekhkar jaati thi goom

jab har baat tumhari mujhse shuru hoker mujhpe hoti thi khatam.

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Mujhe aaj phir de do tum wo baarish

jab tumhe chhooke aati thi wo boondein

jab tumhare saath kagaz ki kashtiyon mein ghar basane ko hota tha mann

jab tumhare kaapti palkein mein sirf mere hi they sapne.

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- Sourish

The End of the Satan's Pride

It is a piece of work that I wrote about how American troops overpowered Saddam and captured Iraq. This piece depicts the real story of agony and war and the reason behind all these that's the oil- the liquid gold..and the ongoing guerrilla war..... Dedicated to the brave people of holy city of Baghdad

The night was haunted by the prowls
fierce and powered were the howls,
breaching the silence of the night
pouring in the heart a shriek, a fright.

Whoosh! a streak passed through the sky
the power gone within a while.
Siren blared across the night
the god's wrath was falling with a might.

The white light banged the ears
no body slept amidst the fear,
The sky was all lit up like a bride
This was the end of the Satan's pride.

Boooom! was the sound nearby
God's arrow has fallen from the sky,
the silence turned in scream and shout
the light disapeared before it sprout.

The morning sun was hiding behind the clouds
the clouds of smoke, the clouds of shouts,
the whole kingdom was in grief
they called it, "we destroyed it within a brief".

Here and there were the Iron pieces,
Here adn there were parts the body misses.
The long awaited freedom has arrived,
This was the end of the Satan's pride.

Three day and three nights
streaking and shouting was the lights
Every soul was praying closing the eyes
but were somehow happy to see the end of the pride.

The next days were silent,
agony was everywhere evident.
no more light across the sky
This was the end of the Satan's pride.

God was marching across the city,
helped every one with a soul and pity.
He was saying, " God is really big n might"
"He ended the long dreaded Satan's pride.

One month one quarter one years had passed,
The god's force with weapons still marched.
They were treating everyone now as foes,
keeping everyone in their toes.

A man shouted, " No they are not the God's force."
" They came here for the liquid gold."
The words went silent yet felt by all,
The holy city was turned in a mall.

" No they are not God! they are the next Satan's might "
"They came there to steal our Pride."
The words got lost in a shout of pain.
He was shot straight splattering his brain.

The day of the freedom was now locked
every street was barbed and shocked.
The holy city was fully looted,
the liquid gold was started to get diluted.

A sound blared, " The time of our sleep has gone"
"the time to die and protest has come".
"we'd have to save the city."
"We don't need anyone's pity."

The deads rose back with a cry,
Once again the war is in the sky.
they are striking now the next might,
to see the real end of the Satan's pride.

Before and After

As the title says..the feelings I had, before and After i met her.. for the first time....

This is the first of the set of Poetries that i was talking about click.

It was a long dark night,
No moon, no star & no light.
The first me was sucking blood,
To survive amidst the flood.

There was no day for night of days,
When my first me gave me the shape.
The shape of the life,the shape of my existence,
To soon count me in the universal attendance.

It was there so dark and tight,
I was all engrossed in fright,.
I thought this is my only world wide;
But soon found a ray of light.

That's the day when opened my eyes
Found a pair of eyes staring me in surprise.
Caressing me with joy and pride,
Having a face so benevolent, so satisfied.

She was caressing me whole day,
found her always engulfed in deep bay.
The bay of joy, the bay of satisfaction,
watching me close in every action.

I was like a parasite,
sucking her blood off at every site.
but she never expressed any pain,
rather joyous on nourishing my veins.

First I thought her a mad,
but soon realization made me feel bad.
The woman I never cared then to bother,
She is the source of my life, My Mother.