She picked a doll and brushed her hair,
She was her family's only heir.
She caressed the doll's face and said,
"Lets play sister the pretence of dead."
There came her grandma on hearing her,
She was taken aback with uninvited fear.
"Oh stupid girl", chided she with anger,
Don't you want a brother to save you from danger?
The society widely popularising the problem of 'female foeticide' forgot what happens to the girls who are born in the still existing patriarchal society where a 'son' is the 'sun' of the family while a daughter burns in the scorching heat as the consequences. A girl child might be welcomed in the family with open arms but teared eyes, not with joy but with the regret of her not being a boy. it doesn't end there. The parents are not to be blamed, for it is because of them that she has been given a life despite people's trouble accepting a girl with equal zeal and happiness. But can anyone tame the unsecured mouths of the relatives and the people who form the basis of the vile society?
She jumped and played and frolicked around,
Giggling and shouting and making sound.
Came along a woman and saw her with pitiful eyes,
"Oh only if you had a brother", her tongue rolled a dice.
It's not the fact that she is a girl that hurts her or makes her weak. It is the words spoken to a little girl every now and then that she starts believing in the supreme power of a boy. It's the people who every time pass by her showing their concern about her family being without a boy to carry out their legacy. It pains her too. Not because she does not have a brother. But because she is not considered capable enough to be the child of her parents that she is born as. She is ripped of the right to do what she can as a daughter too because she is assumed to be 'not as able as a son'.
She had heard those words enough till now,
For her to know the society thinks how.
Then came along man who appreciated her degree,
But did not forget to mention the pity for free.
"If only you had a brother to join business",
He believed he could help her father in a mess.
This time she was ready to answer back,
"Is there anything in which I lack?
Oh tell me fair sir, do I not earn?
Or am I not capable enough to learn?"
The constant ranting might make the girls go weak in the beginning and cry over their ill fortune of being born a girl without a brother providing the male factor and legacy successor to the family. But eventually they realise that the responsibility to prove themselves and create a reputed stature in the society is more for them. Similar to the concept of striking iron when it is hot, the girls are heated with the comments and then the strikes shape them into a strong figure which cannot be placed on a shaking ground. They end up having a taste for the kill of a boy in the fields they are and can never stay behind or accept defeat from the opposite sex labelling them as a weakling of the society.
The society apart from stopping the deaths of girl child should also learn to accept them with equal enthusiasm and give them a life or appreciation for what they are and not a baggage tagged along every time. For what would a legacy do when you're dead if you have no shelter to stay when you're alive?
She was her family's only heir.
She caressed the doll's face and said,
"Lets play sister the pretence of dead."
There came her grandma on hearing her,
She was taken aback with uninvited fear.
"Oh stupid girl", chided she with anger,
Don't you want a brother to save you from danger?
The society widely popularising the problem of 'female foeticide' forgot what happens to the girls who are born in the still existing patriarchal society where a 'son' is the 'sun' of the family while a daughter burns in the scorching heat as the consequences. A girl child might be welcomed in the family with open arms but teared eyes, not with joy but with the regret of her not being a boy. it doesn't end there. The parents are not to be blamed, for it is because of them that she has been given a life despite people's trouble accepting a girl with equal zeal and happiness. But can anyone tame the unsecured mouths of the relatives and the people who form the basis of the vile society?
She jumped and played and frolicked around,
Giggling and shouting and making sound.
Came along a woman and saw her with pitiful eyes,
"Oh only if you had a brother", her tongue rolled a dice.
It's not the fact that she is a girl that hurts her or makes her weak. It is the words spoken to a little girl every now and then that she starts believing in the supreme power of a boy. It's the people who every time pass by her showing their concern about her family being without a boy to carry out their legacy. It pains her too. Not because she does not have a brother. But because she is not considered capable enough to be the child of her parents that she is born as. She is ripped of the right to do what she can as a daughter too because she is assumed to be 'not as able as a son'.
She had heard those words enough till now,
For her to know the society thinks how.
Then came along man who appreciated her degree,
But did not forget to mention the pity for free.
"If only you had a brother to join business",
He believed he could help her father in a mess.
This time she was ready to answer back,
"Is there anything in which I lack?
Oh tell me fair sir, do I not earn?
Or am I not capable enough to learn?"
The constant ranting might make the girls go weak in the beginning and cry over their ill fortune of being born a girl without a brother providing the male factor and legacy successor to the family. But eventually they realise that the responsibility to prove themselves and create a reputed stature in the society is more for them. Similar to the concept of striking iron when it is hot, the girls are heated with the comments and then the strikes shape them into a strong figure which cannot be placed on a shaking ground. They end up having a taste for the kill of a boy in the fields they are and can never stay behind or accept defeat from the opposite sex labelling them as a weakling of the society.
The society apart from stopping the deaths of girl child should also learn to accept them with equal enthusiasm and give them a life or appreciation for what they are and not a baggage tagged along every time. For what would a legacy do when you're dead if you have no shelter to stay when you're alive?
