It was a crowded place, the city I belonged,
Cramped houses strangulated space and brushed shoulders
Openly eavesdropped into the matters of others,
Keen eyes followed all activities, all along.
One such event was the shameful audacity,
Of being influenced by the western world.
Being involved with a sweetheart was big deal,
News quickly spread, bounced and swirled.
Somebody had seen us holding hands
And hell broke loose at home,
All this hanky panky were part of film stories,
Not for middle class parents to understand.
Whatever had happened couldn’t be undone.
Hanky panky without higher purpose was sinful.
So modern moral brigade came to our rescue and got us married,
Now all this hanky panky was to be meaningful.
A year after wedding, whispers began shouting,
This marriage without higher purpose wasn’t useful.
Modern moral brigade revealed the real utility,
By procreating, hanky panky became more meaningful.
After that we became parents of a lovely child.
Finally, our parents too walked with pride.
Being happy, we both casually exchanged a quick embrace,
But the modern moral brigade, we couldn’t escape,
They pointed, now all this hanky panky didn’t look graceful.
Being mature parents, our relationship was to be meaningful.
Many years have passed since, we realize, we had been ridiculously careful.
The ultra modern brigade doesn’t give a damn to yesterday’s morality.
Hanky panky across race, age, gender, culture and live- in
Now all are acceptable, all are meaningful.