THE GIRL CHILD

The curled pink fingers,

A long slender nose,

Curly golden mane 

And two wide doe eyes

That look at all in wonder,

Wondering at grandma's grave face,

The tears that rolled down mom's cheeks,

And the fidgety nervousness of dad.

The cute little bundle of joy

Who brought no joy to the people around,

Her birth, celebrated by none,

Her arrival, the society mourns,

She is small and petite 

Little and delicate,

Her smile capable of melting stones,

Grit and strength that would later move mountains.

She is a daughter,

A sister,

A lively living form,

So full of charm,

So full of warmth she is,

Happily she kicks and squeals,

Oblivious to the loathsome attitude,

That is both ungrateful and rude.

She is Lakshmi, she is Durga,

She is Laiba and Fatimah,

She is Mary,Esther

And she us Hagar,

She is Sita,

She is Meera,

Valentina Tereshkova

And she also is Mother Teresa.

She takes her first step

To conquer hearts and usurp

Unknown territories

Of knowledge and wisdom, create new stories,

She creates her own destiny,

Fighting all enemies successfully,

She endlessly carries on your legacy,

And you mark a day to create her identity!!

©®Madhumita

On this #InternationalDayOfTheGirlChild