Someone says
That you do not know
How to wear a saree
Someone says
That you do not know
How to fix the brassiere to your breasts
Listening to all these gossips
Do not be disheartened.
As these are the gos
Of this mundane world.
The bird of the forest knows
How to build a nest
Able to speak
And why can't you
And you have been blessed
By the Creator
You body is being crowded
By the stars and nakshatras
Every now and then.
If you wish
There will be
So many tempests created
Don't you know?
Who can be dressed up rightly
When the world gets turmoiled
When two lovers be in juxtapositon
Be it shame, the ornament of a woman
Still it remains far far away
What shall I say after this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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