Daughter – A bridge 

-Dr. C. Bhavani Devi 

Translation -swatee Sripada 

No one produces a daughter willingly

They take life from an illusion

Of producing a son

Daughters are always the bridges

Throughout the country

From small villages to huge cities

Between everyone in families

Daughters are the bridges

Who cares the streams within them?

Who pays attention to the innovative bridges?

Carrying the overburdened oceans

On their heads at every occasion

Sometimes,

They quiver in the gloomy superstitions

In the veils of reforms

tremble a lot and shiver

how many knew

that their entire conflict lies

in becoming bridges?

As Seriousness of a deep river,

A life of oceanic ebbs and tides

No daughter ponders to stand as a bridge

But this is a crucified foundation of generations together

It’s a pain of soul that hurts every experience

Bridges could not complain

Because

They never come into the world on their own

From the illusion of a son being born

They take birth

Knotting the distances between

Mother, father and brothers

Burying themselves in deep kinships

Tethering the independent dreams

To the poles of responsibilities

How long will the bridges survive?

To the rush of suddenly drenching resplendency

Yielding on someday is a must

Then,

Daughters never germinate

From the illusion of a son being born

Nowhere they appear as bridges

They start flowing as streams of rivers.

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