She was born & cursed, insulted restricted, abused and, exploited but she thrived coz she was created with a piggybank of courage Every time she sees her mother smile while weeping in her sorrows Every time she is able to drive away the bullies inside and outsside Every time she turns a deaf ear to all the taunts and doubts Every time she lends her hand to other girls looking for their strength Every time she dances when alone Every time she paints an empty canvas Every time she picks up a pen in hand She just adds a coin of courage To help her get through her suffering
