Everyone rally around

The expectant mother

When it is the delivery

Of the first baby.

Congratulations and smiles

Gifts and sweets

Follow the baby

The child and mother

Pampered.

Because it’s a boy.

It’s a baby girl

Still, the parents grin

Showing they don’t care

If it’s a son or daughter

But with the secret hope

That there is always

A second chance.

And when it is a girl

Even the second time

There is sorrow

Frustration follows.

Wanting a boy

A girl is born.

Unwanted, unloved.

The mother and daughter

Uncared, shunned

By family, society

The father detached

His heredity doomed

Only, only if I had a son

He thinks

My problems solved

My prestige restored.

Can I take a chance?

For a third child

The father thinks

Maybe, luck will favour

And a son be born.

After all, son

Is a son for ever

And a daughter,

A load to unburden.

(The writer’s email: radhika_writer@yahoo.co.in)

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