I make half of the world and by nature, I am mild,
Yet, I am killed when I am a child.
You’ve killed me before I am born,
Thinking I am a thorn.
Yet, I am bought and sold,
Thinking I am gold.
I have rights over myself, I am not for sale,
Yet bride price and dowry prevail.
You call me mother, daughter and sister,
Yet you consider my presence a blister.
I am no less than you in talent and brain,
Still you exploit me till my last grain.
I want to study, I too have dreams,
Yet, You turn a deaf ear to all my screams.
My wings mostly tied, I can’t fly,
Without being at fault and Why?
I, make your soul curl and swirl,
Who am I ?
I am a Girl.