Runs through thought is pain Thinks of an unwise slain, A fetus well nurtured, When inflation featured, Both employed, no one to nurse, Unwanted fetus was a curse, Politics in job, weakness of health Led to a heinous decision. A morning call to the doctor, Unwilling to part with the womb, She went out to set a tomb, Arranged was an abortion For the fetus in question.
The word was lost for her, Weird dreams and faces haunted, The wrong in her was pointed For, after the abortion, She stood like a tree, Stripped of fruits and flowers.
