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Some one in the crowd of a hundred,
there is a battered girl
Someone in the crowd of a hundred
is a widely relishing boy
Even if you don't believe this theory
You are supposed to know,
Every second of an hour
A girl is battered sore.
Some girls in crowd of hundred
Are killed as soon as they are born
No one cares for their future
For their lives are only torn.
You might not believe me surely
You might as well be informed
A boy is given more importance
Than a girl when they are born.
One girl in crowd of a hundred
Is respected when she is at birth
You don't need to believe what I say
But you must surely be shown
How for a ninety nine girls
The future of one boy is glown
One girl in the crowd of a hundred
Is not a victim of this injustice
But all in the crowd of a hundred
The honour of girls in all ways dismiss.
By Lara Jesani