In quiescence I preach, I take pride being a woman, Would like to look feminine with sweet shyness and blushing cheeks, Yet blanket my feminine trails like the “touch-me-not” leaves, Annoying compliments don’t enslave me. Melanin in skin decides one’s attributes,
Soft rhythm in trots accentuates traits, my body is a temple of nurturing powers none is assigned with rights to relegate it.
I wish to admit my mistakes, to show my strength through it and grow, not a weakness it is, I counter, don’t take for granted, or brand me timid.
I want to be everything, nothing at all at the same time, be smart, but not appear smarter than you, in your guess precisely, not to hurt your ego,maintain peace between us is my motto as we travel together between life and death.
I want to be independent, be on my own to boost my confidence, not that I do not need you, you can be the shade I embrace to be in light, like the maple leaves to the butterflies in rain.
We are different, but no discrimination, mutually reliant we are, none superior. you and I are fed with the same milk both at birth, and after death too.
Written By- Pankajam Kottarath, Chennai