Why is a girl’s fate written by strangers' hands?
Her hopes and dreams scattered like winds over sands.
Isn’t she a human, a servant of the Divine?
She, too, longs to taste the sweetness of life’s wine.
Her heart holds dreams, her eyes shine with light,
But “shame” builds walls and dims her flight.
“You’re a girl, stay quiet,” — what a cruel lie,
Why must false fate block her sky?
Your dreams, like the sky, are vast and wide,
Why should they be called a foolish pride?
Why must each step meet another wall?
If girls were free, they too could soar tall.
A girl longs to fly — don’t clip her wings,
She too can live, learn, and achieve great things.
“Shame,” “what will they say?” — loud voices shout,
But those who live true need no such doubt.
You are not alone — your hopes brightly burn,
In every heart, your echoes return.
Your words are truth, breaking veils of fear,
Not fate, but society draws the lines unclear.
Is it shameful to dream?
Is it wrong to choose your path?
No — this life belongs to all,
And your right to fly is your call.
So study on, and reach your height,
Show the world your inner light.
Show them who you truly are —
A blazing, unstoppable star.