Let Her Learn
In the quiet hush of
morning light,
A girl awakes with dreams in sight;
Not dreams of dust or pots and pans,
But of books, of maps, of future plans.
Why must her hopes be
wrapped in chains,
Bound by myths and household pains?
Is knowledge not her rightful flame,
Or must her life be just a name?
She is not weak, not
just born to serve,
Her mind is sharp, her heart has nerve!
In every girl, a nation sleeps,
A leader, thinker, a voice that speaks.
Let her learn, let her
rise!
Break the silence, cut the ties.
Teach her numbers, let her write,
Give her wings to chase the light!
For when a girl is
taught with grace,
The world becomes a better place.
A mother wise, a doctor bold,
A story new, yet centuries old.
And watch a nation lift its brow
From blinks of poverty,
To heights of certainty.
To heights of certainty.
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