Let her bloom

Her dress, her drape

Her colour, her shape

Her built her gait

Are not the things

For anyone to comment

Love and Care will vanish

And the earth wilt away

If she is not allowed 

To blossom and bloom

Twirl and croon

For her to pour in her best

To put your qualms to rest

And make every home

And earth a paradise

Paying her respect

For all that she is

Is not such a big price

Dr Archana Tandon