Claim And Own Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Claim and own

You are mine
I never declined
But I gave no exclusive rights
To rule over me and fight

Female does not mean
You are clean
Powerless
But bear smile on face

If you think otherwise
Then you must be over wise
Little head strong
And sometimes going wrong

But believe me
From my side you were free
You chose to lose free
Life made like bee

No, I am not saint
Who shall paint?
His flower to be unique and exclusive
Even though she may prove expensive

After all, she has place
To place near in any case
Heart is throne
She can claim and own