My Daughter

My daughter 

l want you to know

For us you are no less than your bro.

Son or daughter,

Daughter or son for us you are two sides of the same coin.

Both of you are our sunshine 

And in rainbow of our family both of you are two vibrant hues.

My Sweetheart

Remember, ofcourse you are prim rose of our garden

But your brother is also not a thorn,

As many people in the name of feminism will try to portray.

In times to come

When you will be young

Don't forget

Your grandma

Your mom and  all your aunts

Were someone's daughters.

And your future

Mom-in-law and sister-in-law are  someone's daughters too.

My love

Time tested age old sublime bond between siblings has been spiced with greed and thus tarnished in name of progress and equality.

But let me teach you reality which l have heard from my mom.

If you wish to inherit

Inherit our values,

Inherit our love,

Inherit our traditions,

Inherit our sacrifices,

Inherit our life's lessons,

And above all inherit respect for your bro,

Because in times when you two will grow

And a searching glance around you ,you would throw.

You will have no choice

You have to find our, your parents traces in each other's faces.

Time will fly and howsoever you may cry

We are not going to return to settle your childish scores.

In that hour, at that moment

You two will be each other's tissues and wipes.

My Dearie

Every day is a daughter's day for us

Since without you Rakhi ,Tikka would have been bland and bleak.

But here l want you to remember without your brother's blessed forehead and wrist, on both these holy occasions there wouldn't have been any festivity.

My Cute Doll

On the whole 

I promise you of not a beggar's but a warrior's life

Fortified and equipped with education

Which has potential to turn pebbles into gold.

I promise you of a life

Decorated with strong humane emotions.

Which will make you wish for your brother's health not his pelf.

And look forward to the inevitable day

When your parents , your harbingers

Will be mingled with the stars

That whenever you will raise your voice it will be for your brother's praise.

That when in the name of womanism and liberalism the trumpet would blow and there would be demand of equal rights.

My daughter, my shadow would demand equal duty and for that won't hesitate to fight.

A part of my heart ,

For sure you will be getting what's your due but promise you will never despise , never criticise your brother

Who of course you know is the other part of my heart.

When we would be gone

Gone with the winds to our ultimate home,

Promise me

You will be the unshakeable shoulder for my son,

When he may need someone to tow him out from life's dark dismal clouds.

And mark my words in lieu

You will have him your brother beside you in place of your dear father.

Watching you two

Holding eachother in hour of need with our invisible unearthly eyes

We would for sure relish the heavely peace and bliss.

But if by chance it goes otherwise

Our two souls for sure burn in inferno.

If you don't want that to happen

As l am sure you don't  then you both would consider eachother more precious than platinum , diamond and gold.