The human body never differentiates between nurturing a male and female foetus.
Post birth, for some, the cry at the entry into what is considered a wonderful world, is sometimes, never completed.
And we never learn, even from animals. Who pour out their traumatic and poignant anguish in their own world.
If we only heard and learned.
My friend Uma Shankar Pandey, posted an amazing poem called The Mourning Cat. Read it. Again and again.....
The anger didnt subside. It inspired this .
in utter agony,
with amniotic tears,
but so many happy wails….
the last time
they were happy.
Life is a game,
only some get to play.
it is all about
in penalty kicks
into the trash.
The Ump watches it all,
if these days the game is fixed…