BABIES ARE OUR FUTURE, NURTURE THEM WELL
BORN A GIRL
BABIES ARE OUR FUTURE, NURTURE THEM WELL
Here comes a baby in its mother's womb
Crackers of joy with countless boom, boom
Everyone is waiting for the day it gets birth
Brings hopes and happiness of huge worth
Mom waits patiently for nine months
Her excitement accelerating with every passing month
As she talks to it & touches it almost every day
Hoping for the best & dreaming of it each day
She prays to God, not for any more wealth
She worships her idol for the fetus's good health
Thoughts of her child can get her eyes to melt
As she measures her belly with an elongated belt
Here comes the day that all is waiting for
A child being born-- Wishes-Whistle-- Horn
She proudly kisses her baby's curl
People screamed-- NO, no it’s a girl. Its a girl
Throw her away. Kill her. As a girl being born
Kill her and don't even mourn
Stop all that horn it's a thorn
We expected a pearl. But it's just a girl.
Mom wrapped her tears and shouted back
Shut up! You people or will get a slap.
She is my priceless bundle of joy
I don't care whether it a girl or boy
One day she will grow to be a woman
N will know how proud I was to hold her for the first time
No matter what it is How it is
I care just for how healthy it is
She is my princess bundle of joy
I don't care whether it's a girl or boy
I don't care who or what it is
I just care how healthy it is
----------------------------------by Punam Sharma
