Don't call me a flower,
I don't want to wilt;
Don't call me honey.
I don't want to sting;
Don't call me breeze,
I don't want to blow away;
Don't call me a poem,
I may not rhyme!

Don't call me moon,
I don't have any blemish;
Don't call me a star,
I don't want to distance myself;
Don't call me a cloud,
I am not a passing one;
And don't call me your life,
I don't want to die!

Call me a cactus,
If you wish to give me a status!
For a woman needs to be thorny,
Lest you get a bit brawny;
For a woman needs to be succulent,
To stand tall and unbent,
When life becomes a desert,
Scorching during day and icy after sunset!