To A Girl Child Poem by Lata Dubey

A child, chubby cheeked, pink in health
Kept moving from lap to lap
In a house of scores,
She grows up by leaps and bounds,
The parents' joys know' no bounds,
A small kid is always a bundle of joy,
But when she grows up and throws aside her toys,
The real time comes to put the love to test,
Everyone tries to do his best
To make her fly away from the nest.
And she does succeed to soar high in the sky,
But never knows where to land up,
In the abysmall whirlpool of the globe
She has to walk tight on the slope,
For she is born and made a woman
And that has made her the most wanted trope
To run the cycle of love and hope.