Once upon a lady's youth
a child often smiled
society came, torn down her doors
her youthful innocence defied

Call her gullible, call her naive
but first call her innocent
above all these things

আপনি know innocents not
because আপনি are societies whore
the evil of such atrocities
spill from your every pour

Couldn't আপনি have known the
pain your tongue would cause?
Pointing out imperfections and
all irrelevant flaws

Your flaws go deeper that of the skin
but your heartlessness amuses me
because one দিন you'll beg her "call me friend"

Then আপনি shall know
with your face raised to the sky
and scream to the father of the son
"but I had no knowledge of it why?"

আপনি will, for the first time see
What আপনি have done
what she was
who she is
and who she is to become

আপনি shall wish mercy দ্বারা her
to be shown to you
yet আপনি were one of the many
not wishfully of the few

Whether she will forgive
is really hard to say
but heed this and heed it well
I ভালুক testimony to that day

আপনি shall see honor bestowed
upon her head and be exalted
to the highest star

Admire how such a woman
could be exalted quite so far

When আপনি raise your voice
to the sky
plead to the father of the son
আপনি will realize only then
the stone আপনি cast aside
Has proved to be
the most important one

Written দ্বারা a close friend.