DON'T YOU DARE !!

Oh, she is, who she is,
she is not yours, and not his,
she is her own person, after all,
not answerable to your beck and call

Works for you, be that as it may,
from the night, till the first shining ray,
you don't, though, own her my dear,
hear this one, loud and clear..!!

She may "sell her body" as, to us, you remind,
But her strong soul, intact, you shall find,
Calling her names, makes you 'unperson',
She is way above you, remember that, hon..!

She gets through her life, dignity intact,
Do what you wish, her strength, you cannot extract,
In front of her, a tiny creature, you seem,
her courage, you cannot find, in your wildest dream

Her daughter studies, her son eats,
while you, lurk around, in the damn streets,
she is her own rock, her own sea,
which try as you might, you cannot be

So take your judgement, gulp it back in,
your sense of entitlement, throw it in the bin,
She is paid, for a service, and nothing more,
don’t you DARE, ever call her a whore..!!

THE ROAD WELL TAKEN

He had the morning to himself, to wander down the street,
as two roads diverged ahead, he wished he could cheat

The one going left, or that with a rightward lean,
one worn out but green, the other, squeaky clean

Books taught him, to take 'the road not taken',
But seeing the other, made longing awaken

Unique path, or the one where I would win?

‘Out of the box’, even if I want what lies in?

Looking at them both, he stood all day long,
turned around at night, when he heard his own song

But she sang it out of tune, making it better still,
He knew then, what mattered was his own will

So he took the road well taken, a new story to create,
others on the path, will in no way, his life abate.

TEACH

Don’t teach me to cover myself,
don’t leave a dupatta on my shelf,
Instead, tell them loud and clear,
And just teach them not to leer

I know enough cautions, enough advice,
Teach them, or pay the price,
I don’t want pepper spray or a knife,
I don’t want to be scared to death for my life

Teach them respect, teach them space,
Teach them, for once, to look at my face,
I'm a person, not a piece of meat,
Don’t expect me to cover up to my feet

Just let me breathe, let me live,
is that too much for you to give?
I am half the population, and I still have to plead,
to grow a good nation, to help me plant the seed.

NEVER TOO LATE

As I sit upon my couch watching television,
I forget all about my work mission,
switching channels I stop at the lion's roar,
Cartoon Network is back once more

Laughing as Jerry makes life hell for Tom,
Placing it under his tail, oh there goes the bomb;
rooting for the Coyote to never catch the bird,
watching them, all my stress got cured

The fun adventures of Dora the explorer,
Snow White and the magical talking mirror;
Noddy and his cute little car,
Red Riding Hood walking in too far

My ringing phone brings me back to today,
sadly stealing a last glance if I may,
these characters are oh-so-fun
Remember Teletubbies and the talking sun?

Take me back there just once more,
Watching TV as chocolate milk I pour;
Not a care in the whole wide world,
With my soft toys in bed I curled.