THE CHILD

The girl was cradled in her father’s arms
Her body he shook with her head in his palms
He shook and shook till she slept sound
So sound, so as not to ever come around.
The girl had flitted from her father’s hand
And floated over to her mother to land
But her face had stopped her right there
For she was not the person for her pain to share
She was cursing her luck for giving birth to a girl
The ruthlessness of her mother made her shiver and curl
She had resigned to her fate and gone back home
Paradise, where God, with His children would roam.
She asked God, “you gave man brains and women, birth power,
But whom did you give a heart for love to shower”
God had smiled His tender smile
“All the baby girls spread all over the miles
If they are not grown to love and cherish
The human race, one day, would have to perish.”