The woman that I am
is not liked by many,
Not by the guardians of the culture,
I am brought up by my dady !
He was not a society’s man
was a raw rebellion.
A man I would not find in billion !
My childhood was cool
with freedom and liberty.
I was not a tomboy,
just a girl with equality !
My aspirations were valued,
He respected my dreams.
I had right to speak and make decisions,
was allowed to fart n scream !
Education was my dowry
and career was my groom.
Marriage was the last thing,
to be worried about in the room !
Clothes were not my character,
dungaree, shorts or saree.
He bought me everything
from stationery to sanitary !
My brothers were no bodyguards,
they taught me self defense.
Made me a gamer, biker & player,
using unethical lingo was no offence !
Soon passed the time,
I was everything whom the society hates.
But was blessed enough,
found another rebellion mate !
A childhood sweetheart, a partner for life,
He had the daring to accept me as his wife !
Continue reading “The Wo(man) That I Am !”
Cooking is not my super skill neither do I learn,
We both are homemakers, we both work and earn !
I love my curves, unshaved body with sunburn.
He too likes my imperfections and hair undone !
I still own my personal space,
my independence and identity,
I am his companion, not his responsibility !
Doesn’t drag mandatory wedded symbols,
No judgements please.
I got married for myself,
Not here to please !
I am thirty one, outrageous & not so shy,
Not a part of ladies club,
You already know why !
Married for six years with no kid is still a crime,
Motherhood completes a woman is only what they rhyme !
Being a mother is feeling to be cherished,
They don’t get it, special things take time !
Grateful to the Men in my life,
For believing in me and raising me in such a clan.
I am extremely unapologetic,
For being the woman that I am !