Orphaned Butterfly
Silence echoes through the room
All eyes resting on a figure
Watching and waiting
A sign to be given
Be it boy or be it girl
One a gift the other a curse
Wail of pain, first shrill cry
A shake of head
A father’s curse, girl’s birth
The mother too weak
To bother with protest
Her daughter gone by dawn
Given, no sold for dismal sum
Orphaned
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