Do Not Call Her A Call Girl, She Is Not Characterless And Fallen, She Is As Pure As Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Do not,
Do not call her
A call girl,
Whose call girl,
Where's call girl
Is she?

She is not Patita,
Not Patita,
But Punita,
Punita,
Never fallen,
But pure from her within.

O, call you,
Call you not,
Patita, Patita,
But Punita, Puntia,
O, call,
Call you not!

A call girl,
Call girl,
How can it be,
A daughter
Whom saw I,
How can it be?

O, she is not Patita,
Characterless and fallen,
But Punita,
Miss Chaste,
Pure and virtuous,
Never Miss Fallen!

You call not
Someone's daughter
Patita,
Patita,
But call you Punita, Punita!

She is pure, pure,
Pure and chaste
And virtuous
As Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati
Are in essence!

She is pure, pure
From her within,
Pure, pure,
So sacred and sacrosanct,
Virtuous from!

She is never, never
A call girl
As call you,
See you her,
She is but Miss Chaste.

O, call you not,
Call you not her
A call girl,
She is not bad as see you,
She is but pure
From her within!

She is not bad,
Bad,
But you, you yourself
Are bad
From your within!

O, call you, call you not
Her a call girl,
She is not Patita,
Patita,
But Punita,
Punita!