This is ‘Girl Child’ week. I really want you all to read this poem dear friends. It is not because I have written this, but because of the story which is attached to it.
The Story
Long back, I had joined a Nursing Home for compulsory training. It so happened that once when I was with the doctor in-charge in the OT, I had to visualize the distressing incidence of female foeticide being performed by the procedure of MTP (Medical termination of pregnancy). I cannot say this till date that would this be considered as the crime performed by the parents, or the doctor, or both; but this episode left me dumb-founded and apparently grief stuck. I simply rushed back to my room and scribbled down this bit of poetry on paper. Friends, this memory would not have been so fresh and I would not have been sharing the story with you today, if this would not have happened. Later, when the doctor came simply to console me with the attitude of ‘take-it-easy’ with Medical profession, she could not help notice the poem that I had then scribbled on the piece of paper. And, I was immensely touched by her words then. She said -‘ You have actually opened my eyes with these words in your poem. I have been living this guilt silently of agreeing to abort the female foetus, but now I can promise you that this will never again happen, at least by my hands’. She hugged me then with her tears flowing from her eyes, and I silently thanked God that He make my words leave such impact once and for all!