To Woman Poem by Ajit Pal Singh Daia

O Woman, Melt the hatred
With your absolute love.
The world is abound in fatal hatred
And cut-throat competition
In the world of mankind
Sorrows surges in each direction.

One Manu struggles in the eddies
There is boat but no boatman
O Kamayani! Haul him to the coast
With your faith and loyalty.
O Woman, Melt the hatred
With your absolute love.

Have the bowlful poison
Convert it into ambrosia
O Meera! Show Vikram
Turning snakes in garland of flowers.
Rama is exiled once again
Has left the edifice of pleasures
O Sita! Accept mere stone
As the necklace of pearls.
O Woman, Melt the hatred
With your absolute love.

Indeed, Its needed warrior lady
Throw away your bracelets
O Laxmi! Suppress the enemies
With your valorous sword.
Here emerges ruthless Banvir
Udai Singh is in danger again
O Panna! Sacrifice your Chandan
For the sake of your Country.
O Woman, Melt the hatred
With your absolute love.