Don’t walk tall, don’t laugh loud,
Use less words, make do with a nod.
No venturing out, adjust inside.
Your desires! better put aside.
No extra food on your plate
And that is not your slate!
Do those dishes, that is your fate.
Learn to cook, food good in taste.
These words are still uttered,
Curses for the girl child are still muttered.
The day even the deepest, darkest nook and corner
Of Bharat illuminates with love for the daughter,
That day we shall revel together……
The victory of many sacrificed souls, we will gather.
Till then, let us push a bit further…
For a bit of space for the little girls, in the lap of every father…..