Hindi Poem: Daughters exiled from their parents' home
The aging aunt,
There is no Tulsi in the courtyard
She was in the same house
of a crack, of a roof
Unwanted rose
The people become
One who is worshiped and also instills fear
It just shares the greenery from a distance
of attachment to roots
Shape Them Slowly
With a Tulsi leaf, I don't know when
increases and turns into a peepal leaf
for which there is no courtyard
Some far away place becomes a lonely place
Seven steps of Saptapadi
I don't know when the threshold of the house
make it very high
Taking a dip in the ritual of 'Bhavar'
hoping for belonging
They sink deeper,
Seeking the end of his exile,
coming on occasion,
Uninvited insults happen
the lesson of anchal
Tied to a peg, Sati takes leave
If not, then in the earlobe
So many bad words come crashing down
that Ganga and the moon are also Shiva's
can't cool them down
of this insult
smoldering in the inferno
She dies slowly every day,
There is neither coal nor ash
No Veerbhadra takes revenge on them
Mainak drowns in the sea
They don’t even have Shakti Peethas
Aunt ran away and her niece came
I can't understand the gist of the proverb
right in the same yard
fighting to take something
Daughters became a piece of heart
after taking leave
The thread of Rakhi Dooj becomes weak
till marriage and thirteenth day
the remainder becomes
lover of fifty six pleasures
one day on that threshold
even in plain water
Learn the art of being content
The courtyard is very heavy
Tulsi making the crack in the roof a Peepal tree
How much does the rain of Sawan matter
grows unwanted

Also read: Poem of a married woman-Grihalakshmi