Rather than thinking and cursing about women’s issues,
Let us be glad about what we’ll never lose,
Like the strength of enduring whatever comes in our way,
And the power of moulding worthy out of clay,
We become daughters, sisters and mothers…Not for the name sake,
But we help bloom every relation like a cherry on the cake,
Claiming that we are beyond comparison is surely not my goal,
But everyone will admit to it that a mother has the purest soul.