My Lovable Indian Women...

Dear You,

Being brought up in India where the women play the most important role in upholding the wonderful Indian culture, it is difficult not to be impressed by their ultimate devotion to their family and kids. Infact, the very backbone holding together the billions of families in India is the women in every household. I hold very high regard for them and I have written many poems admiring their diligence.

Change is inevitable. And it is interesting to observe this change in the women of India.I have written quite a few poems that speaks of the possible positive and negative outcomes of this change.

Today, I post one such poem, which I prefer to call "Dame or Lame?"

Here it goes...

Always set to wake up the sun,

My Indian women are on the run,

All day long from dawn to dusk,

Scorched and baked like a tiny rusk!

All they knew was to serve their husband,

No matter he is lively or sober,

Not because he gave love and fund,

But because he gave the rank of ‘mother’!

Husband’s order was the first book,

And she followed it with no second look!

For sure he was christened for others to call,

But she wasn’t for it even on last fall!

Boon she was for the chauvinist race,

Even if they showered their malicious grace!

Never did she see him face to face,

And followed him always with a shadow’s pace!

For anything in the world has to change,

And this unique scenario had no special range!

Calling a person by his very own name

Was not found wrong by our modern dame!

Wrong he was when he argued for fame

And punishable he was for excuses lame!

Serving the wife is no big deal

And they bet for sure, it is no ordeal!

Equally they placed the men and women,

And argued they are all completely common!

This is the fashion right on date

And it continues now, with none to abate!

Definitely, Me.