An Urge of a Girl Child

Maa, I don’t wish to be mere adornment,
A sophisticated doll with beauty’s lament.
Not big, flowing locks nor a charming face,
No ideal figure nor a polished grace.

Paa, if you truly love me so,
Grant me strength, let my courage grow.
Teach me to stand, to fight and defy,
To be myself, with a spirit that can’t die.