The drops of rain
Trickling down
The window pane
Do not dampen
Or abandon
Her spirits
In the least
Happily she gets dressed
With a crazy zest
Ready for a fest
With no care in the world
As she is off
To meet
her girlfriends
On a long drive
To meet them
suddenly she is fraught
an uneasy thought
that causes to lineup her brows
and It dawns on her
What is it that she is chasing
The fun & playing
The fashion or food
My girlfriends, as such
Whom I’m so happy to meet
Do they even like me much
Too profound & too grim
Yet, frighteningly true?
Self debasing this was not
Narcissist she is not
Yet strong on hunch she was
And decided to take a pause
Observing silently on
It was not just her alone
Many sailed on the same boat
Adorning the same coat
Of empty laughter
Full of banter
Fake giggles
Forced enjoyment
She wondered if it were a crime
To be confident and happy
In little or much
In ordinary or extraordinary
In less or more
Always high on life
So where is the strife
They would remind her
To be more of a woman
Where as in real
they may not have liked
Any woman ever
She was made of fire
Not so that she could be put out
Slowly she gets the answers
Why they hate to love her or
Love to hate her
She is simply “Me”
Devoid of any make-believe
Full of love & life
The choice is really their’s
The answers she does’nt care
All that she wanted
Was to feel safe & protected
Funny & idiotic
Laughed till it hurt
But if thats not so
She remains, happily so
The Woman, that other women love to hate
