A countryside girl named Bhagjogini,
Dwelling in the country
Under the attic of the skies,
In the midst of Nature,
But a poor girl,
Very poor girl
Neglected and ignored
In India,
The poor girl-child of India,
The poor daughter of India
Considered to be a debt,
A burden of the family
Rather a human being
In our patriarchal society.

Born in agricultural family,
Lives she,
Grows she up
In poverty and scarcity,
The child of misery and underdevelopment,
Superstition and backwardness,
Growing up under poor resources,
Bhagjogini does she work
All day long
Without taking sufficient food,
Dwelling on left-overs
Of her brother and father,
Sweeping the courtyard,
Cleaning utensils
From a very younger age
As she knows she is a girl child.

Half-fed and half-clothed,
She can be seen in a loose
And tattered and torn frock,
A girl lousy
And uncouth
With the hair unoiled,
She still smiling,
The daughter of poverty,
Bhagjogini the girl,
The daughter growing up
On left-overs,
When scolded weeps she
All but silently
With complaining against
As she knows it
She is a daughter.

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