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Female

When they are born
some people glee
others don't even want to see
their female child
so cute so mild

What have they done
that you prefer only a son
the answer is usually given by none

From young age, they are victimised
even if they deserve to be prized
Are taught household chores early as they grow old
Rather than making them brave and bold
To face the challenges of Life
Than merely being someone's wife

Because they are meek
Are generally considered as weak
To serve their parents
at times they are patients

When they reach adolescence
Why do we make out a different sense?
of their every action
Even if they intended towards perfection

After being married, they are just carried
By exchanging rings, they become things
searching for self-recognition
with full instinct
In her husband's place, to win the race
She gives her best, without having rest

After being abused when she is refused
to stay there
her pendulum life begins here
between two houses she swings alone
None of which can be called her own

Due to social stigma and fears
With her eyes hiding tears
She can't even share her pain
Just prays not to be born as a female again

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