I'm still a delicate bud,
Let me be firm first,
I'm still a delicate bud,
Give me a little time to bloom,
My age is still unripe,
Give me a little time,
To study and know the life,
I'm still in childhood sky,
Let me be a star and shine,
It's still my childhood,
Give me a chance to know my life,
Give me a chance to fulfill my dreams,
I'm a tender girl,
But not a weak,
Give me a chance to prove myself......
It's still my childhood, Give me a chance to know my life, Give me a chance to fulfill my dreams, I'm a tender girl, But not a weak, Give me a chance to prove myself...... The evil of childmarriage. it is injustice especially in india. you become a slave already in childhood. thank you for this poem. tony
A nice thought provoking poem.....keep it up.....thank you for sharing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a nice poem. It is the responsibility of the society to support girls in their blooming age. Thanks for the poem. Subhas