Rebirth
A girl child is born,
Some are happy,
Some are sad,
That a girl is born.
Look at her mamma,
Joyously she watches her darling,
Not forgetting to miss any of her tender steps,
“My reflection”, utters mamma.
Papa seems confused,
Steals a look from her face,
I’ll make her an officer,
That’s how she’ll be introduced.
She grows up like a fairy doll,
Is more loved than her brother,
The sibling always complaints,
You just love your baby doll.
The dolly becomes a working woman,
Oh God! None is happier than her brother,
My sister will create a niche for herself,
And be a successful woman.
The dolly becomes a bride,
Her prince takes her away,
She had many romantic notions,
But she dies one day.
The seven circles bind her hard,
The mangalsutra holds her neck,
The palanquin shows a one-way route,
And she is born with a changed name.
Now she understands,
Why her parents loved her more,
She was a lovely flower,
That won’t stay ever for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice written... Great work mam