by Sanya Kapoor (14)
St Anthony’s Junior College, Agra
While passing through the lanes one day, I met a girl not so happy and gay.
Why is my brother’s birthday a day to rejoice and be merry
But mine a day devoid of any joy? was her query.
You are not the only one, I said
Many a girl shares a bleak future ahead.
“Will it ever change?” questioned she with watery eyes
Sure only when our immovable thinking dies.
Though worshipped like a goddess at every corner,
But humiliated and rejected of her honour
The dwindling number tells a sorry tale,
Of a country that’s totally obsessed with the male.
Give the girl a chance and see her rise,
She won’t disappoint you but rather be a blessing in disguise,
A country where a woman is insulted and subdued,
Cannot be called progressive but quite poorly viewed.
Put an end to turning wombs to tombs immediately,
Or the world will shun us definitely.
Give her all the support, love and be her guide,
“That’s my girl” one day you will say with pride.
So let’s join hands and save our darling girls,
Or our land will become barren without these priceless pearls.
No number of strict laws can bring about any wonder,
Discarding worn-out mindsets can only do true justice to her.
Published in the November 2016 issue of The Teenager Today.