For Baby
I don't want to punish anyone
But Life is it's own legal tender
Why was my breath cut off?
I waned before I waxed
Because the wealthy must be taxed.
And I was the poorest of us all.
Imagine my parents bowed
By the empty hollow crib
They hadn't a pillow case
Stacked with notes
Or time to exchange
Their paltry bit
Of cash.
Tender them their desolate rights
Father and mother of mine
For one brief lonely night.
I lost my life, my legacy
Doctor
You lost your
Human rights.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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