Time flew soon, since
Our happiness was once unfurled
Like a blessing in disguise, when
She was born & completed our world
The images on family's canvas
Although drawn, still looks imperfect
Until with her subtle gestures, she filled
Her colors of love, into the act
She is Father's lifeline,
An extension of mother,
Unbiased care for siblings,
A head held high for others
Blessed are those,
Who own a Girl Child
As she is the one who define,
The true sense of love, being mild
Like a wind, she sail emotions
Bridging psyche gaps, is her ability
She's a true asset in making
And not at all an undue liability
As she started growing
A thought left us terrified
She will leave all of us, one day
To embody others & get occupied
Like a riddle, it looks to me
Maybe a part of God's conspiracy
She is born & brought-up by us
Then why is she left for others to oversee?
A fact remains a fact,
But another fact exist as well
She will keep on spreading love elsewhere
Into her new life, after her farewell.
-unbound ©
Dedicated to the Sisterhood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
blessed are those who won a girl child, right. Mohit, please read my poems and say something.