I was then used to wear full hand shirt and pant;
I was then used to have fine hair cut once a month;
I was then studying with boys in boys' school;
But, still they used to ridicule and make fun with me!
Now knowing that I am not a male, even though I go around
Elegantly and suitably by wearing sari, having arranged
My hair as a single plait adorned with flowers,
It seems they have found out that ‘I am not a female'
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