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!