Today, suddenly, my heart trembled deep—
What if, in this vast cosmos we keep,
The first unborn daughter had been lost,
Erased before she breathed, before her cost?
What if that fragile spark of life,
Had never seen the morning light?
Would there still be sons to walk the earth?
Would lamps still flicker in homes of worth?
Would feasts be spread, would songs arise,
Would laughter dance beneath the skies?
Would melodies swell in joy and pride,
Or would silence claim the world’s wide stride?
Would she have smiled at her own fate,
Proud of her story, strong and great?
Or would the universe have stopped its play,
A barren stage with no bright day?
No soul to cherish, no spirit to sing,
No blossoms blooming, no birds on wing.
No colors painting the dawn anew,
No dreams to chase, no hopes to pursue.
The earth would slumber, cold and bare,
No whispering winds, no fragrant air.
No daughter’s footsteps, no mother’s tears,
No future carried through the years.
Would we then be shadows, lost and gray,
No memories bright to light the way?
No smiles to warm the frost of time,
No gentle voices weaving rhyme.
No vibrant joy, no tender care,
No sister’s love to share and bear.
Would love itself have lost its glow,
If daughters never dared to grow?
No, no—this cannot be, this truth we deny,
That life would wither and hope would die.
Today, this thought has shaken my core—
A question haunting forevermore.
Come, let us rise with hearts aligned,
With solemn vows for all mankind.
Let no more daughters be denied their birth,
No more shadows cast upon this earth.
Let every parent swear this day,
To cherish daughters come what may.
To raise their voices, loud and clear,
To banish hate and conquer fear.
For every girl is light and grace,
A promise bright for the human race.
A beating heart, a future bright—
A star to pierce the darkest night.
So here we stand, hand in hand,
To heal the wounds across the land.
No more shall lives be stolen away,
No more the night shall steal the day.
Let love be fierce, let justice roar,
Till every daughter walks through every door.
Till every life is hailed as right,
And darkness yields to dawn’s pure light.
This is our pledge, our sacred call—
To lift the fallen, to stand for all.
For in the daughter’s shining eyes,
The world will see its true sunrise.
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