Oh dear girl when you were born,
Your mother looked happy,But your father was worried.Worried because of social rules,
Worried because of social norms,
Worried because of social critics,
Worried because of invisible storms.
You were smiling but the world frowned,
May be they were expecting something else or their greedy desires have been drowned.
There was a silent pause inside the room as expressions spoke,People took your birth as a threatening stroke.
You were a blessing by the God,But these people didn't spoke and simply nod.
People came inside to see you, but there were mixed emotions,As if they a pre - conceived notion.They had invisible fears
Along with the invisible tears,
As they thought they will have a cluster of responsibilities for years.
A girl is perfect, perfect in every sphere.
With her soft gentle feet she climbs each stair.
Still she survives in a world which is so unfair.
But one day she will soar up high,Like an eagle flying in the sky,Looking at every person who passed her by.The day she will take a flight from her cage,Slowly she will distance herself from rage,You will run after her but it's too late,Because now it's her good fortune and fate.The day she will wear a crown like a queen,It would be the brightest day this Earth would have ever seen.