The Unheard Cry

In the shadows of a world so vast,

A quiet sorrow, a truth held fast.

Beneath the surface, where dreams should bloom,

Lies a story of silence, of an empty room.

A heartbeat echoes, soft and clear,

A life beginning, a future near.

But in the dark, the decision is made,

And the silent death of a daughter is laid.

With the flash of an image, a truth is sealed,

A life denied, a fate concealed.

A daughter, just a whisper, unseen,

In the world’s eyes, she is but a dream.

A mother weeps, but her voice is small,

In a land where sons stand tall.

A girl is but a burden, a silent shame,

Her dreams extinguished, without a name.

The clinic hums with sterile grace,

As numbers are read, and futures erased.

A heartbeat is lost, a cry unheard,

In the dark, the echo is blurred.

How many daughters, lost in the womb?

How many dreams, sealed in their tomb?

In a country where sons are crowned kings,

Daughters are buried in invisible things.

Her tiny hands will never grow,

Her laughter silenced before it could flow.

A life that never had the chance to be,

A future cut short in the name of decree.

The gender of a child, a verdict so cruel,

A girl cast aside, as society’s fool.

Her worth measured in whispers and lies,

Her death overlooked, as the nation cries.

Yet, what of the mothers who mourn in vain?

Their hearts shattered, their souls in pain.

To bear the weight of a world’s disdain,

For a daughter who never felt the rain.

She was never meant to be hidden away,

Her life was never meant to stray.

But in this world, so often unkind,

Her very existence is erased from mind.

Oh, how we must rise and face the truth,

How we must honor the unborn youth.

For every girl, for every life denied,

We must stand strong, we must not hide.

A girl is not a burden, not a curse,

But a treasure in the universe.

Her laugh, her voice, her light, her song,

A part of a world that’s been wrong for too long.

No more shall daughters be erased,

No more shall their worth be misplaced.

In every heartbeat, in every cry,

Let us make sure no more girls die.

For the future is written in each little hand,

In every girl, in every stand.

Her life is a flame that must be free,

To shine as bright as it was meant to be.

Let us speak, let us shout, let us say,

No more shall we let daughters fade away.

For the life of a girl is sacred and true,

And it’s time we give her the world she’s due.

In the silence, let her voice rise,

A mother’s hope, a child’s eyes.

For no more will we turn a blind eye,

To the unheard cry, the lost girl’s sigh.