O my Creator!
O my Eternal Father!
Why You did so much injustice
To man?
You gave all the lovely attributes
To a woman
And none to a man!
Love, grace, beauty, compassion,
All the faith and true passion
Gift of being
Mother and sister
Wife and care taker
We men
Too are Your chickens
Lambs of your den
Why You not a bit
Thought of us
You know
When someone has
Too much treasure
Others devoid of it
Are jealous of him
Perhaps this is the reason
That man
Is envious of a woman
And in a retaliation
He wants to undermine her
By snatching her treasure
And try to misuse
His only gift
That is his manly power
And make a woman
Fall to his criminal endure
I pray to Thee God
Think in a way abroad
Man is too proud
To beg for any gift
From your graceful woman
So be reasonable
Either grant some of the
Heavenly tributes of woman
Or grant him a heart big enough
That he may respect
Your greatest creation
And lovely
And respectfully
With due dignity
And heartily affinity
Beg for the joy of all the gifts
To gracefully lift
His corrupted, enraged soul
And make Your creation
A loving whole
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