A girl is killed every day, whether in the womb or in the masculine haze...
She dies a thousand deaths when she is born, in the myriad encounter which stifles her ‘unsung song...
Yet she dreams of going on and on since every rose comes with countless thorns!
The necessary evil is here to stay,no matter whether she is born today or tomorrow...
She is devoured at every phase in the unavoidable masculine graze!
She may be expected to compromise on her integrity but the choice is hers whether to capitulate or retain her purity
Because at the end of the day she’s on her own…with no father, brother or husband or boyfriend for her modesty protection
So my dear, now that you are here, don’t you fear for life is fraught with dangers at every nook and corner
Be bold, take the challenges in your fold, absorb the men’s perverted traits with a pinch of salt!
Because if you won’t, then your soul will be diluted forever...
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