To be a woman

Lucky if born, comes to life,
Born strong, giving birth is her right.

Even today, as she walks,
Household chores, are her tasks.

Born in disparity, raised in trench,
A girl knows what it’s like to be hurt and vent.

I want the love, the feeling you have,
For my brother, even if they don’t care.

This is, the window of opportunity,
To give love as you want, as it’s your baby.

Compromise, is what we are taught,
Much before, ABCD and what not.

Give and share, never expect,
Don’t think so much, you are better this way.

Indecisive, by force,
She keeps calm, till she realised.

Don’t forget, the goddess,
She can always revive.

Not just men, sometimes even women,
Fail to understand, what it’s like to be a woman.

The bald chick

I was born with beautiful hair,
Strong long, no reason to care,
Was always sure to have had,
Hair on head, longer than I ever had.

As I grew, didn’t the hair,
I grew strong, they lost their flare,
I was a grown up, bothered about my looks,
Soon I could see, a bald look.

Some are lucky, some are not,
Sooner than I thought, wider got the bald,
Less hair on my head, more on the floor,
Shampoo lost its will, conditioner said no more.

The strong woman in me, scolded me out loud,
Who are you bothered about? Yourself or everyone about?
I always took charge, of everything around,
Except for me, I overlooked my own.

One day, I went rouge,
Let my skin breathe, let them all go,
For the first time, I saw myself,
Exposed I felt, with no hair.

Tears trickled, down my cheeks,
Not cause I lost them, but I leaped,
Today I saw, who I was,
The bald chick, a new world began.