We the girls

We the girls who are born,
Like the roses which have thorn,

Are sometimes followed by handsome heroes,
Whose faculties are just zeroes,

They reach our houses without any reason,
Un-mind, uncared of any season,

Parents who see our every action,
Abuse, and accuse us as a reaction,

Atlast, we thought that they were in some delusion,
And thought for a perplexing solution,

We asked them to come to the lovers park,
So that we all could make a bark,

On 16th august of this year,
And made the matter very clear.