Why should we be molested in the name of help?
Why should we be thought at the helpless ends?
Why is it so only with us in this immortal world?
Perhaps, we are the girl child and we are women
Someone praises the hair, the lips, and our beauty
For many others, we are lives and their true loves
We are in the names of mothers and sisters too
And we are sometimes placed only in brothels
Working with them we have so much stress here
Our hearts are broken and we are distressed here
But we struggle and rise to live a life and go ahead
We are phenomenal but now we are nominal here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem