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Come to the mirror

 

In the midst of a swarming bus
You will meet across hundreds of men.
They might stink,
Oh no! Not from outside
They will stink in their eyes,
In their minds
In their ways
And in themselves.
But, oh miracle!
You still won’t know the secret of their reeking.
They are too pompous of this stinking animal in them.
And please,
Please dare not think that this stinking miracle
If proves to be your bane,
Anyone is going to break for you
The window pane.
Oh no no!
Girl, dare not think of any perfume
That will take away this stinking miracle.
Because those who have it want it,
Those who don’t
Have never told.
Do you see their hands on your chest?
Oh don’t tremble.
Please don’t.
Nothing but affection they say,
Affection to let you know
How beautiful you are!
The stinking miracle is so affectionate my dear,
So, now you need no perfume for it
Do you?
What did you just see?
Another hand on someone else’s butts?
Do you have to speak?
I have taught you, don’t quarrel on road.
Oh my dear, stay obedient
I know you will not speak.
Quiet for yourself
And vocal for others,
You talk funny, my love!
Such a saint was never born
You keep smiling and never frown.
Go to sleep and think of nothing,
Life is so striking and you will just pass.
Like your people did
Who belonged to you.
You can’t ponder how many untold stories have they died with.
Because, you are taught
To not brood over.
Oh now in the dreams, you slap the stinking animal.
First who touched you
And then the others.
But why slap affection, you fool!
You know this world needs too much of this.
Oh Jesus! Look how your mind shouts back at that animal
At all the stinking animals.
But thank god you only howl in dreams!
God made you lucky woman, my child!
My brave child again goes in the same bus.
Now she does not yowl even in dreams.
So well, she has settled with the stink
Exactly like a bird with broken wings.
Oh no! Please don’t applaud for me
I know how well I have brought her up.
Look at her strength you folks!
She knows to settle down in a gutter
Full of various stinks.
Come here! Come here!
I will give you some gossip,
I just heard the girl next door
Oh my lord!
Mercy my lord mercy!
Mercy on fools.
The girl next door was raped by the watchman.
Oh no no, the watchman was a stinking animal
Allowed to be pervert.
The girl had no strength
To settle like my lovely daughter.

And here I declare the wisest of all mothers,
Tell your daughters to compromise
Or else the watchmen are free to move
They are bound to groove.
After all, with whom otherwise,
Will they share their stinking miracle with?
Why shout like the girl in the English songs?
Teach the girls,
To change this bad omen into melodious form.
To paradise or to hell
The way is in our hands.
These rebels are born
Exactly like sands,
Keep them always
Beneath the shoe soles
Sew with needle all the holes.
This is how I teach you
To remain in this gutter.
Let’s not forget today
The years we have spent to discern the stinking miracle.
Teach all the same
Inspire with your own lives
The minds of the young ones.
They should not find anyway
Out of the junk.

And you my lovely daughter,
Come let me take you somewhere!
Sit, look at this in front of you,
The beautiful mirror.
See, how it enhances the glow of your fair hands,
Oh your charming smile
Your curly hair.
With millions of gems and dollars and pounds,
A tall gentleman, I will send.
Mesmerized by your beauty,
He will take all rounds
He will faint and get up,
To hold your hand and say,
Oh lovely woman!
How many hearts did you break
Waiting for me all these days.
What say my dear daughter?
Have I not written the best fairy tale?

Oh yes! Mom.
You taught the best and you wrote even beyond.
But there is an unknown folly in the tale
Listen to this, what I am to say.
I am not virgin, my dear mother.
Chastity which you told to make my pride,
Oh! I feel apologetic my big lady
I think I have lost it in all those rides.
Those rides you said to go on each day.
You had said settle down with the stinking animals.
Oh mom! How could I have told you.
They settled at the cost of my chastity.
I was raped, mother.
No mom, they were miraculous, right?
So, their eyes could rape.
Hundreds of eyes have my chastity,
Not even together
In one thread, lady.
All eaten apart,
Like flesh from my body.
Mother, you taught so well
And you wrote beyond.
Come, sit and look at this mirror.
In your face I see so much,
I fail to say in words.
Look mother,
Talk to the mirror.
The mirror now orates your legend.

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