In the poem, the poet Dr Jayanti Prasad Nautiyal has described the resilience, tenderness, strength and selfless service of the Indian woman.
The poet says in praise of the Indian woman, that on this earth, she is like a gentle stream of nectar, like an ocean of happiness; she is respectable and she is worthy of the utmost praise. To you (woman), the poet says, I forever bow in reverence. You are forgiving and tolerant like the earth, gentle like water, and tender like the flowers. You are the destiny, you are the pleasure and you are also the prayer of life.
In your childhood, the poet says, you were the cause for waves of happiness in your mother’ and father’ minds, just like the sweet chirping of birds. When you would amble along, as a little child, the sound of the trinkets on your feet was pleasing to the ear. In a garden of Babul trees, you were like a Tulsi plant that gave everyone a lot of pride.
With ****, you yourself become a child, and with your loved ones, you become a generous lover. Forgiveness, generosity, love and service are some of your best qualities, and you are truly blessed to be so. In this selfish world, who has remembered their obligations to you? Who has repaid your generosity, your love or your straightforwardness?
You are not delicate. You are Ranachandi, you are Durga, you are Shakti and you are Kathyayani. You are also Maa Kaali, the defeater of demons and the one who sucks their blood. You are not delicate, you are supremely powerful.
You are beautifully decorated in many ways, and you are what makes the world beautiful. Without , of what use is the world? Where there is respect for , there is joy and only joy. A life without ***** is utterly useless.
