THAT GIRL

 

That girl in the shady trees,

Has a beautiful desire but with no freedom,

That girl is all alone in the boulevard,

Thinking of her past days in malice.

Oh! that poor girl,

No one tried to understand her,

No one tried to enliven her,

But everyone tried to obliterate the girl child.

Oh! that poor girl,

Which came to the world with hopes,

Scattered and split in a few moments

As if her hopes were a burden.

Oh! this poor society,

How will it understand the need of a girl child?

That girl under the clutches of superstitions

And impediment to others,

No one would understand her pain

No one would understand her misery,

As she is a girl child?

Oh! this poor society,

Doesn't know the true meaning of a girl,

That girl who only needed is a home

Where she can sit and avail her freedom,

Where she can get support,

But that girl is slowly dying,

Because that girl is me.

~WRITTEN IN FEMALE VERSION

BY P SUBHAOM KUMAR PATRO