Rose day, chocolate day and,
Who knows many more days,
Will come and go,
But, will anybody ask woman,
What she really desires?
**
Don't fall on your knees to offer a rose,
Don't give favourite author's book,
Don't want cotton-soft toys, gadgets,
Don't want to hear the stanzas,
From sweet shyaries and gazals.
**
Hey man,
If you want to really offer me anything,
Then, give me piece of,
My part of the sky,
Where I can fly,
Can travel with full mind,
**
Hey man,
We are geared to each other,
Just give me friendly support,
The woman now is equal to man,
Even she is four steps ahead of him,
Don't offer me the hollow,
Garlands of flowers.
**
Hey man,
Remove the 'kajal' of lust,
From your eyes,
Just limit the hidden,
Inner expectations.
**
And if you want to really give me,
Then, give me the piece of,
My part of the sky!
*****
(By JIRARA based on poem in
Gujarati by Mamata Patel).
