Patita, Who Calls You?

Patita, who calls you Patita, You are Punita, Patita not, Punita, Miss Fallen & Degraded not, But Miss Pure & Chaste And those who call you Patita, Fallen Are themselves, You but not, Patita not, but Punita, Miss Chaste And if they, let them, Let them, Those fallen and degraded people, The black sheep of our society Who could never, Never feel the pains and pines, Pains and pathos of womankind, The tears falling from the eyes Of a woman, A woman helpless and hopeless Moving on the unknown paths of life Leading to unknown destinations? Patita, you are not Patita, Miss Fallen & Downtrodden, You are but Punita, Miss Chaste & Pure And those who call you impure Are themselves but impure, Unchaste and fallen And degraded, The black sheep of our society Conservative and masculine Binding womankind, Letting it not take flights Into the free skies Of God the Almighty Who has made us equally, Given the same rights and scope To enjoy and make use of Keeping the right and the wrong In a right perspective.