But What Will They Say?

By Parvathy Vivek

Oh, they are like twin hills

Frolicking after a spring thaw!

But modesty defines a lady in virgin pride.

I prefer those that cover up!” –

Said that man who once told me;

“Send a nude?” – Cultural pervert, I say!

“Sits amongst men; young and elite,

Paints lips bold, discusses taboo.

Once requested a man to buy her a tampon”

Said that woman in shock to another like her

In my workplace – the women that made kids

By prayers, I guess!

“Women in our days woke up before the sun,

Fell on the feet of their lords” – said

That middle-aged aunt who eloped twice!

Or that woman superior at workplace

That secretly said; “She hangs out with men”.

Tell her I ain’t befriending men in her family though!

I too lived a life – pretentious and false

Bowing before a swarm of walking judges.

They cared not for my heart that served;

Their eyes saw not my deeds of kindness

Yet their lips uttered the vice and evil.

I did change, for the better!

Where the Eden met the ocean of elixir;

Eternal and free flowing;

I too met her – my other self!

Unquestioned by mankind,

With unquenchable thirst for a union.

She doesn’t give a damn about what they think!