The dark daughter smiling in the dark sun-burnt hamlet homes <br />Against the backdrop of the hills <br />Dark and shining blue in the falling sunlight <br />Even in the midst of poverty, illiteracy and superstition, <br />Malnourishment, backwardness and underdevelopment. <br /> <br />The dark daughter smiling, lisping, calling with love, papa, <br />So careful and affectionate, <br />But reared up poorly, <br />Working and dutiful, <br />But a neglected female baby of India, <br />The poor tale of poor India. <br /> <br />The dark daughter labouring and toiling hard, <br />A small girl-child of India, <br />But neglected and deprived of, <br />How to view her, view <br />And say about?<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-daughter-smiling-in-the-dark-hamlet-home/
