Patita, Who Calls You? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Patita, who calls you Patita,
You are Punita,
Patita not, Punita,
Miss Fallen & Degraded not,
But Miss Pure & Chaste
And those who call you Patita, Fallen
Are themselves,
You but not,
Patita not, but Punita, Miss Chaste
And if they, let them,
Let them,
Those fallen and degraded people,
The black sheep of our society
Who could never,
Never feel the pains and pines,
Pains and pathos of womankind,
The tears falling from the eyes
Of a woman,
A woman helpless and hopeless
Moving on the unknown paths of life
Leading to unknown destinations?

Patita, you are not Patita,
Miss Fallen & Downtrodden,
You are but Punita, Miss Chaste & Pure
And those who call you impure
Are themselves but impure,
Unchaste and fallen
And degraded,
The black sheep of our society
Conservative and masculine
Binding womankind,
Letting it not take flights
Into the free skies
Of God the Almighty
Who has made us equally,
Given the same rights and scope
To enjoy and make use of
Keeping the right and the wrong
In a right perspective.