A humble girl,
Cultural, poor and submissive,
I could not do anything for you
The wind opened the door and called me
And went I out of the house hearing,
To find where did you lie in weeping
With tears
You wept and wept and heard I all through the night
Into the eyes of yours
The darkness wanted it to hide in the things
In its all around bewitching silence,
Shading the areas,
Darkening with
And it appeared difficult to trace the girl
In distress
The wind banged at the door and let me outside
To tell me of
The solitary girl weeping
At the dead of the night
Standing at the crossroad of her life
Asking me to do something for her,
How to leave her in the mist and cold
Of the night time,
Something would have definitely
Troubled the self of hers
Which brought her to such a standstill
And she at a loss and bewildered to find
The way out of,
Who to hear her,
Who to help her
All the doors seemed to be shut,
The lighthouse lay it not with the light,
The watchman too had been not
And she thinking of her life iin futile terms
On finding her desperate and desultory,
Dejected and despondent,
I could not say anything,
Just went on seeing her destiny where it brought to
And proclaimed I, proclaimed I,
God save her, save her,
Has mankind tuned so cruel,
How long will it go exploiting womankind?