You are a daughter, you are a wife,
You are a sister, and creator of life.
You are a friend, in happiness and woe,
And walk with me where ever I go.
You are the Goddess, you are the earth,
still the society fails to understand your worth.
Killed as a fetus, ripped into pieces,
When will they awaken? The worry increases.
Day by day it's getting worse,
As if everyone is under a curse.
Sisters and daughters, all are killed.
The earth is rotting,
Nothing will bloom until it is rebuilt.
Hope remains for a new start soon,
A better world with a better heart,
A society that'll allow...every flower to bloom.