Respect! long poem

So, You want yourself to be respected?
Have you seen your face,
It has got two large eyes
And a nose which at times they compare to a beatel leaf,
Complexion of a glowing sun and skin that of melting butter.
And your kajal looks like the clear eye of a koyal.
The tinge of lipstick on your silly little lips can even make the demons smile.
Have you ever noticed your body?
That curvy little thing
Like a creeper soaring with the wind.
Your little hands bound with those glass bangles?
Making you remember your duties
The nine feet long saree
an embellishment, not for you but for your culture.
To be respected these won’t help you.
You should be stout, feet tall, stout and straight.
A wavy pair of moustache should be present on top of
your lips.
Enlightening your manhood signifying your power.
You should be capable of domination.
You should be a man not a woman.
To gain respect little girl, pray to god
So that in your next birth, you become a man and not a girl.

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Ravindran Govindaraju

# A fescinine verse !
I can’t subscribe to the bare facts of a few
bestial disposition of misogynistic views.
But a wholesome treat .!
Thank you Kuntalika


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