Sammy Singh
Sammy Singh campaign leader


That dark day was a blessing

The blessing which was cursed

Silent wounds were inflicted

That could never be nursed

The day you were discovered

Your father was delighted

And your grandma too

Was never more excited..

I curse the machine till date

That told them you were my girl

They didn’t want your rosy cheeks

And honey golden curls

Immortal Shame I carry in my heart

That I couldn’t save you

My loved ones turned into beasts

I couldn’t take the horrific rue..

It was painless laser

And In a minute you were dead..

I was numb and my ears burnt

“We will have a son now” your living father said

I miss you my child each and every day

And curse my own soul ,

By Prabhjot Kaur


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