When she was born,
The moon of the sky smiled
But her mother’s bright face
Turned pale.
She remembered her past
And got frightened;
Being a girl was a matter of shame
In her dark village;
She had been neglected too
In every sphere of life.
She looked at her daughter’s beautiful face;
Tears flooded her two deep eyes.
When her husband came to see them,
She cried, ‘Alas! I’ve given birth
To a daughter. Let me flee taking her away.’
He asked her smiling, ‘Why? ‘
Her father-in-law came and asked, ‘Why? ‘
Her mother-in-law came and asked, ‘Why? ‘
She looked at their faces and said,
‘Nobody loves a girl in this village.’
Her father-in-law said laughing,
‘Time has changed. Now both a girl and a boy
Are welcomed here equally.’
She couldn’t believe her ears.
She again looked at their smiling faces.
Her baby cried in hunger. Her
Mother-in-law said, ‘Go you all.
Let us care our baby.’
The male left naming the daughter Mary.
