Women, like fish, walk swinging their waists
on the Tulsi ground;
fishermen taking fishing nets in their hands
get puzzled and see nothing but darkness.
Women, like Biryani food, are found
into the rooms of all five star hotels.
Thanks to God! In our muddy cottages,
there live the women having beauty and color;
but more than that, they have much fragrance.
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