THE SCREAM OF AN INNOCENT CHILD BURIED IN THE MUD OF A DRY POND

THE SCREAM OF AN INNOCENT CHILD BURIED IN THE MUD OF A DRY POND

1-NOV-ENG 29

RAJIV NAYAN AGRAWAL

ARA-------------------------India! This country, called the son of Mother India, where the Vedic mantra "Matru Devo Bhava" has echoed for centuries, is today groaning under the decay of that very love. The scream of a newborn buried in the mud of that dry pond in Siddharthnagar is not just the murder of a child—it is an attack on the soul of the entire human society. When an innocent child, born from a mother's womb, is thrown away like garbage, wrapped in a black polythene bag, then understand that our society has now become a desert of love. This pain is not just of Uttar Pradesh, but of all of India—where such stories are born and die every day. This incident in the Banshi police station is no accident. A widow seeks refuge in her parents' home after her husband's death. A young man from the village, under the pretext of marriage, endures a year and a half of physical relations. When pregnancy occurs, pressure is applied. When the child is born, the lover's excuse: "He is sick, keep him in the ICU." Will have to.” And then—the newborn's body on the banks of a dry pond. The pain hidden in the woman's statement reveals that Mamta was the victim of a double murder: first the child, then the mother. The mother, who went to identify the body herself and called the police—was her motherhood also buried by her lover's deception? Society abandoned her, and the lover abandoned the child. The question here isn't just about the murderer. Isn't the woman also guilty, who handed over the child to her lover? Or is society, which views widows with a stigma, condemns illicit relationships as sinful, yet offers no support? The post-mortem report is awaited, but the truth is clear: how the lack of Mamta took away a life! Indian women—the Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati—are today being hollowed out by the lack of Mamta. The 2023 report of the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) reveals that thousands of newborns are murdered every year, mostly due to illegitimate pregnancies or gender discrimination. While the murder of girls is common in North India, this sacrifice of a boy shows that Mamta now transcends gender and is a victim of selfishness. Urbanization transformed villages into cities, but also tore apart families. The bonds of parental home and in-laws' home were broken, but support was lost. Love no longer promised marriage, but physical hunger. Pregnancy became a burden. Hospital excuses, false stories of ICU—all of this is a product of the social media age, where truth is buried in Instagram reels. Education increased, but morality declined. Women became independent, but the roots of motherhood weakened. Selfishness flourished under the guise of feminism, and the child became garbage! Imagine that newborn. Her eyes hadn't even opened, and she hadn't even received the first drop of milk. Polythene instead of her mother's lap. Screams buried in the mud of the pond. This pain isn't just the mother's—it's all of ours. Because when a mother abandons a child, the foundation of society is shaken. Parents alone in old-age homes, newborn in the gutter—how will this cycle stop? The police station in-charge is right, this is an example of the murder of an innocent and the erosion of motherhood. But action should be taken if we move beyond this example. The country's laws should be strict. Both parties bear responsibility for a pregnancy in an illicit relationship. Sex education compulsory in schools. Government support for widows, psychological help. Awareness campaign in villages: Love is not a weakness, it is strength. Human society of India! This painful article is not a sensation, it is a warning. The pond of Siddharthnagar is dry today, tomorrow the love of the entire country will dry up. If mother's love ends, the country will not become hollow, it will be reduced to ashes. Get up, wake up. See a mother in every woman, a future in every child. Otherwise, you will find your own dream wrapped in the next polythene. Mother Goddess – this is not just a mantra, it is life. Save it, otherwise we all will be dead.