A small daughter,
Neglected and ignored in India,
The poor girl-child of India,
See her sympathetically
With the wet eyes,
Feel you for her,
How poor and ignored is she,
How bruised the self and spirit of hers!
The girl-child of India,
Poor and neglected,
Ignored and abandoned,
Save her,
Shelter her
From the heat and dust,
She is precious,
A home-decorator.
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