When a mother dies,
An inheritance of virtues
Vapourizes like wax...
Feel the vacuum, friend,
And the fumes of burnt out dreams...
When a mother dies,
Caused by an infected child,
Deep within her womb,
Not removed in time,
It's a crime...
When the mother in you died,
Dear Savitha,
My dearest sister...
You were a human sacrifice...
A deliberate sacrifice,
By religious fanatics...
When a mother dies,
I am sure,
She will resurrect some day...
And today, You resurrect again,
In protection of women,
Around the glob...
Dear Savitha,
Your sacrfice could
Review the abortion laws
In Ireland...
You live beyond death...
You live beyond religion...
My salutations,
O! Holy mother....
What is there in a religion,
When life itself is missing?
Savitha Halappanavar, a Hindu of Indian origin, was suffering from a miscarriage when she was some 17 weeks pregnant, and she sought medical attention and treatment at University Hospital Galway. The hospital told them the foetus was not viable, but they could not perform an abortion under Irish Law as the foetus's heart was still beating. During the next several days, Halappanavar was diagnosed with septicemia which led to multiple organ failure and her death.
