Abort The Child

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"Please do me favor and abort the child" He gently approached and sought my shield I was taken a back and looked in his eyes But failed to understand what he intended or tried to "I want some more time to be father" How can I permit him for such thing as mother? He can run away from the responsibility But what would I answer to the almighty? I simply stared at him and wondered What all he had promised and offered? To keep me in good mood and safe Now he wanted great sacrifice from me to be safe I decided not to budge or relent I kept mum and waited for his comments He had taken me for granted and was very much sure That I may consent and willingly assure My heart bled for while and I cried Eyes had shed too much and silently dried He had almost in his command everything and tried I stood firm in my stand and openly defied "I shall not be part of inhuman act" The child is mine and that is open fact We are jointly responsible for birth How can we offer untimely death? I was in raging mood and disobeyed My wished were silently conveyed Either he must accept me as it is Or make the way with his choice I was not prepared to rebel against inner voice Even if there was little left with me as choice How can we be that cruel to birth of child? When we had jointly explored the field "No dear, there can't be any other way" Child has to come on this earth any way I shall take care of everything and survive Tell me precisely what you think or believe?

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