O the women in rural India,
You're strong and responsible,
making your way through all obstacle,
an inspiration to many,
I'm surprised how they don't realize your importance already.
Cursed when born,
instead of celebrating everybody scorns,
your mother is called a sinner to bear a girl in her womb
the pencil in your hand is replaced by a broom.
To them educating you is a waste of money
the same cash would go to your dowry,
married away at such a young age
you're now trapped in an another cage.
You're now expected to multiply
having even more to satisfy,
beware, don't bear a girl child
else your in-laws would get wild.
Still, you bear the torch of ever burning flame
making your own destiny, having no one to blame,
you help your husband in earning the bread
so your children can always stay ahead.
O you women in rural India
you're an inspiration to many,