People think you are very tender
Because of your fair gender
But you are very cruel
And don’t know how we feel

The moment you look at us
You will instantly pick
And adorn your stylish lock
You separate us from our dear mother

You mercilessly dive a sharp needle
Into our gentle heart
And a make a beautiful wreath
To glorify your beauty

You sprinkle us on your wonderful bed
For making love with your love bird
In your ecstasy and privacy
You for get our delicacy

In the very morning
Unmindful of our suffering
You throw us into a huge heap
Ignoring our inconsolable grief and weep