Sunday, 13 April 2008
ignomorous ignominy-----Read Write Poem/Monday poetry train
And come ride the Poetry Train...
pleasure was all yours, pain is now mine;
you walked away, leaving me to die.
is it my fault, I came into being?
I didn’t have a choice, but you had one.
why was I than abandoned by you?
if this ignominy is existence for me-
death I would have welcomed
wholeheartedly, within your womb
"no one has ever given me a voice"
I wrote this in Sept 2006 after reading about a newly born girl who was left in the bin to die. She survived but not everyone is so lucky. In India, this happens with children who are born out of wedlock. I edited it a bit and reposted it here. Nothing has changed in this part of the world in the 18 months when I first wrote this.