BIAS!!!

.  Birth of the second girl                      

A new life from me

Reams of unwanted moods

No congrats surfs for her

No hidden emotions of love stirred and unfurled

From her grandmother for her granddaughter

News of second daughter is the fast ending ecstasy

A lineage with no loved space for the new born baby

Socks as much filthy but wanted

As the luck charms the man with feet

 A son as child in my womb haunted me

Hunted me and turned the whirlpool

 Kiss of the thoughts

Second girl pedals my head and hand

I have nothing to think about then

        Second voyage of my motherhood

I know the two of us as lighthouse

Both of us would please her choices of brain

Pinned on the less phony lane

Far from the clouds bursting in second terrain

 She would bathe in her stars herself gained

                                                                      My child, you are blessed one

Your father wanted this chance to drip with his love

                                                                This chance intense choice of my love

When the words walk out from a human’s tongue

Almighty is certain of the prime

             to fool the dumb

But the old have a ride

 birth of the wanted high

Sun sign and soothsaying in slim mind

Breaks the ice for them in insecure times

Left aside for a call to her grandfather

To hold her in his hands with smile

A faith of the spectrum of light

To overpower him in one look of easy bite

But maybe the desire of a son snaps

Small life after a long pain of mine

Encloses my chest

                                          The orthodox never thrives

       And never grandly winds

Alas, the finishing lines of the visitors

As some close ones fission

More ladies offer that dim vision

No ultrasound dear for the gender

Why the fate seals the jar of the birth of the son?

A whisper by an old woman

Why not the child killed before its turn?

Respect in voice from me to state

I valued my mate

For not letting my womb be troubled for the plea

Letting the kernel of existence and beauty be free

He never wished to kill anyone alive

That indeed is a crime

As the birth is divine in this holy country since times

Since times besieged and chimed

Since the life lent itself for another life to intertwine

Second daughter needs a welcome

She needs a chance yet gifted seldom

No two faces laced

Wise head, a forsaken compass

A lasso mystifying many minds

Churning as sugarcane from beetroot

 Sweeten for the tastes to climb

For the deeper meaning of new to deepen and pine