Gone are the days,
When women covered their faces under the veils,
When they knew less about the hymen,
And no idea about the semen.
In the love game,
Women go nude,
Then Because of shame,
They brood.
Now are the days,
when there is a virginity call,
In the marriage race,
No one wants to fall.
There are hymenoplasties done,
For all the fun,
Truth isn’t accepted by none,
Everyone portrays to be a Nun
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