Listen mother! Listen to me I'm a Fetus,
Do feel mom, I have also life in my status.
You want to kill me as I am female in gender,
Have a confirmation it in the lab-center.
But what's my fault? I have Come into your womb,
By the law of the nature and with the Help of your groom.
Dear mom! Your role is also claimed to have good,
Otherwise you'll not conceive this motherhood.
Let me grow I want to see the light of the earth,
It is your sacred duty to give me birth.
Don't go for abortion, it's a crime,
Always remember this gift is divine.
No woman is complete without having a girl child,
Fortune doesn't smile on her it's a wrong idea to feel.
I also may become a doctor or Engineer,
I may be the pride of the nation to hold the post of a teacher or professor.
Now the women are running the superfast trains,
Recently we got permission to fly the fighter plane.
In literature too, we are not ignorable,
In the filed of science our contribution is remarkable.
If we do not survive for fear of getting married,
The act of creation and the balance of nature will be destroyed.
My humble submission to my mom, let me come out,
Always keep in mind feticide is not only the way out.
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