A girl ties
a knot ,
With the
power of thought,
Creating her
own name ,
And managing
other’s blame.
Transcending
her new wings ,
She got to
do many things,
But none let
her survive ,
For justice
she’s being deprived.
A girl has
got the real power,
By which she cover,
The fear of
her life,
And those
contemporary thrive.
Breaking
those unhealthy bonds,
She creates
a valuable pond,
Rising high
into the sky,
Influencing
all her close by’s.
Girls have
got the real strength,
To putrefy all
the filth,
The filth in
societal minds,
And bonds
which make them blind.
Girls break
out from here,
From the
bonds which they fear,
Accepting
the arduous ventures,
With her
intact sinew’s pleasure.
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