When is my birthday?

This is a conversation between a father and his daughter in an Indian village. Hope you all enjoy reading it as it reflects the problem of being a girl child even in today’s time:

With excitement she asked, “When is my birthday??”

With a spark in her eyes, she was ready to wait the whole day!!!

“How old am I and how does one measure one’s growth?”

Gullible & innocent, she looked at me with all the hope…

“Why isn’t there a party like the other boys have in here?”

“What comes after ten Papa? Now I’ve been ten for many years!!!”

“You’ve grown old; but do you also not know how the tick in time makes you what you weren’t a while ago???”

“Or are we the less privileged ones, who accepted this way of life without much ado!!!”

“Every year I see the celebrations here for the birth of God…”

“Why isn’t there one for me as well, isn’t this oddly odd???”

“Another boy down the lane, I see him sharing sweets on his ‘day’”

“With kisses & hugs showered upon, laden with toys & cars made of clay!!!”

“Long time ago, saw another one discarding a doll gift on the street,

I still cherish the same old doll I found in trash, alas with a broken feet!!!”

“Say something Papa, why do I have to talk to a wall of silence?”

“Whom do I go & ask, how it all happened and whence???”

Sad & apologetic, I mustered all the courage to speak,

With my head in shame and all arguments so weak!!!

“To tell you the truth, we wanted a boy when you were born…”

“With monetary burden, on your birth we felt so torn!!!”

“How the craving for a boy had made us blind,

One generation is lost, for all your friends went through the same grind!!!”

“I regret what we did and what we did not,

You’ve been the only one to bring us any food,

I lay incapacitated today, burdening you with this life so rude!!!”

“I do not remember the date you were born,

But I guess you are thirteen now…

I plead forgiveness from you my darling daughter,

I hope you’ll forgive your ailing father somehow…”

“Let’s celebrate your birthday today by planting a tree,

I’m sorry to have failed you in life, I leave my soul to set you free!!!”

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