They killed me because I carry an 'XX', When my mother's womb was my shelter. They injected in me a venomous syringe, Unluckily I met my fate in my own shelter. Who plead guilty for this blood-curdling deed, to chisel my dreams to afford an earthly shelter ? An innocent, blameless female foetus I was, Now an 'XY' carrier will occupy my shelter. I'm stuck between two different worlds, "Sweta". At the minute my soul just needs a shelter. - Sweta D Another ghazal try.š welcome you all. To participate please write in between 4 to 10 lines. #writersmagnet #wmchallenge #yqenglish #yqbaba #wmsoul āļø Your creation must be original. āļø Time Line - Till 09:00 P.M. āļø Please maintain our hashtags.