Myself, the man, without women, how helpless
Life gets fulfillment with the touch of women.
Mother, the women not only gives me the life
Protecting from all hazards brought me up.
The wife remaining with me as my shadow
Making me happy fulfilling all my desires.
My head bows down at the feet my mother
I embrace my wife at chest out of thanks.
Feeling the cordial touch of the two ladies
I convey my regards to all the women.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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