Had There Been Only Daughters Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

[A Song for the Lovely Daughters of the World]

They walk on earth with feet so light,
Yet carry storms and hearts so bright.
With gentle hands they hold the day,
And sweep our silent griefs away.

They smile through tears we never see,
They give, expecting no decree.
In every home they light a flame,
And ask for nothing, not a name.

They stitch the wounds we never speak,
They rise each time the world turns bleak.
Their dreams may pause, their needs may bend,
But still they love, they heal, they mend.

Had there been daughters and daughters again,
There'd be no hunger, no silent pain.
No lonely hearts, no war to trace—
Just tender words and warm embrace.

Had there been only daughters dear,
I'd be the happiest father here.
Though I've a son, sincere and bright,
I love them both with equal light.

Had there been daughters and daughters true,
The world would breathe in skies more blue.
Each street would bloom with songs and grace,
Each soul would find its rightful place.

They are the colours love once drew,
They are the whispers morning knew.
And when they pass, the stars stand still—
The cosmos bends to feel their will.

They are not just flesh and bone—
They are the light the angels own.


Susanta Pattnayak