A gift from heaven to cherish and love-a precious pearl;
A heart filled with dreams from up above-a sweet little girl.
She plays inside mother's womb;excited to see the world of sun and moon.
But,oh little girl! its doom and gloom;the world outside wont let you bloom.

Fortunate is she,the first time who cried;
Thank God! she is spared from gender based foeticide.
Hold on dear! this is just the beginning;
Bed of thorns is all around,you haven't even started creeping.

She grows up now with dreams to fly;
She will play,she will laugh,she will study to reach for the sky.
But they take her dreams,twist it around;
Shattering her desires upon the ground.

No one else! but her parents, should love her from the core of their heart;
'She is their burden', when she heard, no more words,she fall apart.
She couldn't pursue her dreams,because now she is married to him;
He hits her,he bruises her,but she could only cry and scream.

Even if her dreams pursued,even if she lives her life;
She is still struggling with all the troubles,grief and strife.
She is judged with what she wears,criticized.

-Bhanita Deka

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