Your glance pricks the heart . Sweeter than music is your talk .  Your pretty smiles melt stones  And excites in me naughty hormones.  You wash, you sweep and you cook . You sometimes read some book .  You too chase your cherished dream . You want to live a life of esteem.  A few hearts , you too did break . A few times , your heart also did ache .  Your surroundings daily , you also scan  To find a wealthy and obedient man .  Yes, you may make a perfect wife  But I chose the pleasures of single life.  I have got only a life somehow.  I  can't waste it on selfish people now .  Go ahead .  Do not wait here any more   And stop Knocking on the wrong door . 

   Shoot me dead here ,  O Indian soldiers ; send me not back to that stifling palace ,  That emotionless king and loveless home .  Set me free from that forced marriage Performed in the famous Burj khalifa .  Let me run away a thousand miles  From that rich cruel king , my father .  O that , I was not  princess Latifa !  I wish I was born in a poor  hut!  Take away my jewellery and royal name . Take away my palace and treasures . Take away all my royal days . Take away all that makes me princess. But , let me live a day of freedom .  Let me live a day of true joy .  A princess is nothing but a caged bird ,  A born slave or a helpless prisoner.  Honour,  , blood , rank and  royalty– For these empty and  hollow bubbles , All my cherished dreams were dashed ; All my just desires were suppressed ; All my freedom was ruthlessly snatched.  Take all I have , I do not care . Only let me live my life my way ! Only let me breathe in some fresh air ! 

  Every beauty has a price . Every beauty  is on sale :  Shy , smart , sweet ,  saintly ,  Strong , royal ,  rough or frail .  Some succumb to looks and gaits . Some yield to the skin colour . Some can't resist biological needs ,  To wealth or kindness,  some surrender.    Some fall prey to peer pressure. And Some fall for stardom .  Some crumble before fun and frolic.  Some for knowledge and wisdom.     All  cold and warm damsels  Sooner or later lie on bed .  Those who deny this open secret  Are liars , lesbians or thickhead . 

  Esteemed dignitaries, adorable participants , I wish you with the Islamic greetings Asalamualaikum werehmatullahi webarakatahu  The topic of this wonderful seminar is '' Dear Daddy , Listen to me '' .  The topic connotes that the desperate voices of children fall on the deaf ears of modern parents. The percentage of  open and broad-minded parents is almost negligible. One of the universal laws is : What goes around, comes around . Therefore, Open minded parents beget open minded children . Loving parents beget loving children. Happy parents beget happy children and healthy parents produce healthy children . Remember, today's children are the leaders of tomorrow and the sad children of today will not create happy nations tomorrow.  All religions and all isms teach that parents are the caretakers , not the owners or the masters of their children. The job of the parents is to look after their children, not to impose things upon them . It is a moral duty of children t