<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Girls Or Boys, Educate Them</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Atmaram was napping on his rocking chair, <br>O'er his chest was covering, the newspaper.<br>His spectacle was resting on his forehead.<br>A sign of deep concern, his face showed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of his five daughters, the last one was smart.<br>She took the newspaper and went through it.<br>What news would have disturbed his mind? <br>From the Newspaper, she wanted to find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Four girls of a drunkard farm worker, <br>Who were afraid of their dark future, <br>Sans education or job for self-support, <br>Hung from the ceiling in a suicide pact.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a father of five girls to be married, <br>It was but natural, if he was worried, <br>What would be the reaction of his girls, <br>Once they see this unpleasant news? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The news was carried to all the girls, <br>By the last one, who first went through this, <br>But they took it very casual, as they read, <br>Saying, a coward only would do such a deed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's the education that creates self-confidence, <br>What if, girls or boys, it makes no difference.<br>So, build no more warhead or ammunition, <br>Instead move the world towards education.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajaram+Ramachandran">Rajaram Ramachandran</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553958" data-title="Girls Or Boys, Educate Them de Rajaram Ramachandran" data-description="Atmaram was napping on his rocking chair, O'er his chest was covering, the newspaper. His spectacle was resting on his forehead. A sign of deep concern, his face showed. Of his five daughters, the last one was smart. She took the newspaper and w..."></div> </div> </div>

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