On the International Day of Girl Child

Girl child is an angel

And like other modern angels

Born in a skeptical age!

The commercial culture gleefully

Markets the winged species in the malls/outlets

And promotes a belief in their benign existence

For humanity suffering many ills

But miserably fails to see a real one in the slum

Tending to siblings as a substitute mother

Or a brick kiln working for the family bread!

As a tiny flower blooming in the dusty backyard

The girl child stands the danger of being

Trampled underneath the prancing feet.

Earlier homes were safe for the trusting child

With wide eyes and smile beatific

But now such middle-class homes also harbor

Dirty family secrets and muted cries and threats;

More shockingly, media society, such dark tales of incest

And the violations of a young mind/body by her own kinsmen

Once taboo, now no longer disturb a jaded collective conscience

Dismissed as another story of violence on the powerless!

A Happy International Day of Girl Child!



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About Sunil Sharma

Sunil Sharma is Mumbai-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 22 published books: Seven collections of poetry; three of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, eight joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA: http://www.setumag.com/p/setu-home.html For more details, please visit the website: https://sunil-sharma.com/

2 thoughts on “On the International Day of Girl Child

  1. Sunil Sharma Post author

    Thanks dear Louis Kasatkin.
    Nice to hear from you.
    Earlier, your words were signposts for me.
    This—and others—now few are cherished by me.


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