BLESSINGS CALLED DAUGHTER :

Father says, I have two daughters
How lucky I am

they weep for us
but sons makes us weep
We set the sky as limit for sons
but daughters work hard to reach sky
the sons move away with their family
... but daughters knit into a big family
sons makes us fragile,
daughters give hope to be alive
they care for us with all their strength
but we still kill them and left unborn

when we will realise
that killing a daughter
is as same as
killing hope and laughter .See More

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