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
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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