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Thwarted at bloom

Enwombed,
But
She felt the trepidations,
Of being conceived,
Of lacking
The Y chromosomes.
She wouldn’t be
Welcomed,
Not even if the APGARs
Supported her
For
The amniotic fluids had
Turned hostile.
They had
Nipped off the bud.
The flower never bloomed.


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  1. Powerful one, Ruby...very nicely penned!

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  2. Oh awful ...echoes the cry of a female child, never born.... :-(

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    1. Thank you Mridubala. And I am so relieved that the theme comes across

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  3. Oh that is so sad. I had one of those, a baby that was never born. Still brings tears to my eyes. Very poignant and brilliantly penned with so much emotion.

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  4. well written ruby :)

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  5. Enwombed is such a lovely word that I've never used before.

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    1. Even I used it for the first time, Cynk. I am glad you liked it. Thank you so much

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  6. So sad. I liked your description.

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  7. Such a heart-rending thing to miscarry a daughter late in the pregnancy. It's been 30 years and my mom still mourns the loss of my would be sister. I'll have to show her this piece.

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  8. I like the fact that you used all the medical terms in here. Why, you even know about the APGAR score. And about the theme of this: Female foeticide, we need to keep remembering these issues and create awareness

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    1. The APGAR score - I read it in a book and it stayed. I was nervous trying this theme but am glad I did.

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  9. How sad. :( But you wrote this very beautifully!

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