She as a Father’s daughter

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

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