I Cannot Call Her A Bad Woman

You may call her, but I cannot call her a bad woman As whom want I to call bad May be good for you As who knows When will one come to one’s help When all turn their faces away from you, Think of that time, situation and circumstance. I cannot call her a bad woman as she is not what you think about As whom call we bad are not, Whom think we good are not But the adverse of What we think about As who helps in which way, Who can ever say it? The bad are not bad, but it is the good who have made them changed into Otherwise would not have been, Would not have been so, Good and bad the two sides of the coin As good cannot be judged in the absence of bad, Good and bad both are necessary And it will but make you prejudiced. As a man, I want the same the bad woman whom want I to correct her, Why has she chosen such a path, But the middle men or women the worst fellows Just for taking out And putting the blame on As for to extract something from. And contradict I it that the bad cannot be good as she is after all a woman, Full of the milk of kindness And can never turn away from As to serve an inborn quality of hers Which but she cannot deprive of, Which but she cannot deny. A woman a woman he cannot be bad and even if she is, it is none But the people who have made her so Otherwise would not have been bad As we call her Without taking into our consideration Her time, situation and circumstance.