asked mom. she was
always scared i'd
fall for a muslim.
what's his community?
asked someone else
and there i thought
what a pity!
oh god! what he is not bong?
its a heresy
we have reared you for so long
and always let you be free
for what?? to do this
trying to gnaw at your leash?
he is a good boy ma,
doesn't that matter?
he loves me and me him
y does that make you sadder?
no no it cant be done
good boys are everywhere
search within the community
you will find someone good and fair.
is this a bargain ma?
am i only a commodity?
cant i be trusted
to choose for myself?
you can.
but within the limits we define
never daring to cross the line
with the "good girl" sign
hanging from your neck.
in here we don't love and marry.
we compromise and be merry.
3 comments:
nice poem..in fact it seems you have brought out a burning issue of the present world..like your style..keep it up!
i like the way you manage to end your poetry each time with a..er..say, bang! thafoosh! swash!
can i take the liberty of chiming in with a suggestion or two?i think it would look better if u put it like.."GAWD WHAT! he is not a bong?!"
and, isn't it enough that he loves me and " i him", instead of "me him"....
gee! i guess i got too excited 'bout the workshop thing...don't mind.
and this is half intended to provoke you to criticise my blog.i'm longing for comments... :)
Finally, a comeback to blogging eh? :)
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