I love the colour blue because it reminds me of the sky;
Mama says don\’t play with boys I wonder why?!
Dolls or dolling up doesn\’t interest me,
I love playing in the rain wild and free..
Cropped hair does not a rebel make,
I can\’t change my skin colour for your sake..
Flaunting my gym-toned body does not make me vain;
Bitching about me, I wonder what you gain?!
If I choose to wear a saree for work,
Why do you welcome me with a smirk?!
Or for that matter if I choose a short skirt,
Why do you assume I must be a flirt??
I wonder if ever in your books,
I shall be spared a verdict based on my looks…
Or coming to my cooking skills;
Without which I can\’t survive the kitchen Mills..
My Rotis may not be flat and round,
Why does that make you question my background?
If I get hitched, I become someone\’s wife,
Why make me butt of jokes in every strife?
Homemaker or a working mom,
Why does this choice, rake up a storm?
Either way I don\’t have it easy,
So why debate and make me queasy?
I choose to have a child or not,
Doesn\’t​ mean your advice is always sought…
I may work like a horse to make a lot of money,
But why do you feel I ignore my Sonny?
You may not see the ten hands that I possess,
Or my hard work in all the lady-like finesse…
Why complain when I use my free will,
Or expect me to always fit the bill….
Choices I make or risks that I take,
I can always stand up to them, for God\’s sake!!
I am a girl, a woman; not a toy you bought,
So do me a favour, judge me not…..