Let The Rose Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is religion
In each region
Where you find companion
With the blessings for union

As girls attain age
She has life in cage
All type of restrictions
With full load of conditions

She has no direction
Nothing of her own as an action
Let her be educated or well brought off
She has her final laugh

Parents decide
The heavenly bond and confide
She has to say only yes or no
Fortune may favor or go

She has her face
But that is not the case
She faces stiff resistance
She can not opine even at once

She can go for education
But not with her choice in relation
She has to keep only one thing in mind
It is to be taken as gesture kind
The final choice may be shown as kind gesture

Whether it is modern age or not
The girls are bonded in cage
They have no choice before
Many societies feel sore

Let us hope for new direction
It must speak of delicate relation
The girls are future of tomorrow
Let the rose spread petals and grow