In the heart of India’s vibrant hue,
Lies a tale of girls, precious and true.
Amidst the bustling streets they roam,
Carrying dreams, brighter than home.

From Kashmir’s snow to Kanyakumari’s shore,
Girls adorn the land, a treasure to adore.
In their eyes, the wisdom of ancient lore,
A kaleidoscope of dreams they store.

Beneath the shade of Banyan trees,
They weave stories, their spirits free.
Mischief dances in their laughter’s chime,
Echoing through the corridors of time.

They’re the lotus blooms in sacred ponds,
Whispers of hope in myriad bonds.
Their smiles, the dawn breaking at morn,
A symphony of resilience, gracefully born.

In the land where traditions thrive,
Girls carve paths, keeping dreams alive.
Their hands paint murals of vibrant hues,
Scripting futures, breaking old taboos.

Amidst the clinking bangles’ song,
Their resilience, a saga lifelong.
With every step, they redefine,
What it means to brightly shine.

In classrooms, they pen futures bright,
With knowledge’s wings, they take their flight.
Each educated girl, a beacon, a flame,
Lighting the world, changing the game.

So let’s celebrate these souls so pure,
For they’re the promise of a future secure.
In their smiles, in their innocent gaze,
Resides the hope of brighter days.

Let’s stand by them, empower each one,
For the battle of equality is yet unwon.
In their hands, the future unfurls,
India thrives with its precious girls.