Smiling girls on a thorny way,
Green surrounding with hopes gray,
This is often found in our villages.
Life has no standard, just stages.
The girls will contribute in creation.
O God! Just ensure their protection.
Their life also needs to cherish.
Save it or it is going to perish.
Stop treating them like a doll.
Think about their life and goal.
Try to show them their sky.
They will prove how to fly.
The load cannot snatch their smile.
It may stop them for a while.
Work to them is like worship.
It really shows the sense of kinship.
The life like the tangle of branches
Makes going tough even in inches
Please give them a chance to struggle,
They will handle every hurdle.
Don’t deprive them of knowledge.
Let them go to school and college.
They will study even after works
And get rid of calling them berks.
Do not just boast of human rights.
Push them also to the dizzy heights.
Without giving them equal importance,
How can man think of his existence?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem