Gone are the days daughters died unborn
Gone are the days daughters made house maids
Gone are the times daughters are sold on the name of kanyadanam
Gone are the times daughters are knotted as sheep’s in the market
Now are the days daughters are father’s most loved
Now are the days puja’s made for daughter to be born
Now are the times daughters run big establishments
Now are the days daughters have a say about their life
Whom they marry
How they built their own castle
As a Princess
Not just roams in the palace as once did
But also runs the palace
Not just enjoys being served
But also serves the needy
Not just dreams of the prince
But selects her man from the crowd too
Today’s daughters is the symbol of love
Whose smiles are cherished by all
Whose dreams are sought by all
Whose love is shared by all
Above all I can proudly say
A Father’s daughter
I wish the exceptions are washed out one day
