She is not Patita, but Punita,
Punita-Punita,
She is not Patita, Patita that call you,
I mean unchaste, fallen and degraded,
Defiled, wayward, trodden and characterless,
She is Punita-Punita,
Miss Chaste-Chaste, chaste and pure
From her within.
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This is something extraordinary. It is basically our attitude which drives us to form stereotypes or liberate us of them. Every woman (whatever name or abstraction we may use) has a human heart. Thanks for this small but elegant piece of poetry.