When they come to my house, it becomes a paradise,
Their shadow makes me mesmerized.
In highways, I see them fighting with there lives,
For their existence I see them crying.
They are a life sacrificed in someplace,
A cherished gender possession in some.
Shiv having all the wrath and love,
Shakti having compassion and resilience,
A benevolent having both is a deity itself.
So when they come near you,
Have some love, show some love, and be the love.
Cause they are the form of feminine even a mother couldn’t be,
A power so masculine you can’t compete or seek.