When she was born,
Her parents consider as blessings of God,
They love and adorn,
That little mute,
Who is preety cute,
The love and care her,
Sweet call to her mother and
Father,
Deliberately tells that,
She can clear understand and hear.,

The times fly in the air,
The girl touch the phase of early childhood and care,
Her mother holds her accountable for,
House chores and study
All there,

She was preety naive,
That she always crave,
For happiness and joy,
That she get from her family,
But she never thought,
At once..,
That her love ones aren't giving her comfort,
But the are holding in a trap,
Of comfort,

She always thaught,
You are a girl and,
You have some role,
You should handle your family and house chores,
With affection and care,

The girl who suppose to enjoy,
Her life now holding,
Mop...