When ever a girl child is born
Spirit of elders seems to be down
Many people are in sorrow
They knew she will leave the house tomorrow.

Sometimes she finds herself forlorn
And tries hard to move on and on
She wonders if she could be the next Indra or St. Joan
Become Kiran Bedi or win miss India Crown

She struggles hard to become well known
She wants greatly by her success to be known
She aspires to great fame
As she wants to glorify woman’s name

She is achiving success in every profession
And so achiving what was her ambition
Then why do people still mourn
When a pretty girl child is born

Hassan Ali Razavi

Copyright  @2005 Hassan Ali Razavi

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