She has a soft heart like flowers,
"Daughters "
She cries at one sigh of her parents,
" Daughters "
In the love of brothers, she often forgets,
" Daughters "
Still don't know why she loses her life in the womb,
" Daughters "
It doesn't just resonate in the courtyard of the house,
"Kilkari"
Have to put your life on the palm,
To be a mother to a mother.
While daughters are the ones with whom,
we laugh,
gleefully dream and,
Loves them with all heart.
Because in this unknown world for daughters,
Only a mother is the most special,
Because even before giving birth she is ours,
Passes by.
Because mother is mother after all.
Mother is black in my house,
Why don't you let me grow?
The lineage runs from me only,
Then why don't you let me study?
The one who touches your heart is like this,
" Daughters "
First of all, there is pride for the parents This is the identity of your brother and sister.
" Daughters "
That's why it is at the forefront of everything.
" Daughters "
How will the household and family settle now without the candles,
How will happiness come and how will this world grow,
I don't know why then?
From the conception of daughters till the birth,
The sword is hanging at his every step.
~ Rinku Virat
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