Swirling, throbbing in the watery womb,

untold dreams and promises warm within.

A buckled ball of being, budding to bloom

fast shut lash less eyes and peel parchment thin.

"A girl!" the verdict cut the quiet

darkness of the breathless room;

nipping his hopes and waxing her woes

as their fountain of fruition forthwith froze.

A fateful ruling was then savagely settled,

no moral twinge, no misstep beheld.

The eager heart stopped forever,

the wiggling limbs would now move never,

A million dreams unborn dead

as yet another girl's breath was bled

in this land of Sita, Teresa and

the Goddess of a thousand head.