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Please Give Them Back

Tough is the time when A spoon in one hand
Dodgoing the semolina naughty,
Mobile in other
Trying hard to catch the british accent of a JPMC officer
Exlplaining the technical requirements plenty

Just then, By mistake  I don’t know why I turn back
And there at a close distance  I see the diminutive  little fly
eyeing and hovering and ready for an ambush
On the delicious red cut half of the watermelon
Its then when  I plead for just a thing to thee o Lord.

Tough is the time when
A Pot  of water on the head
A pail in one hand
And a bundle of hay in the other

Just then, By mistake  I don’t know why I turn back

And my 2 year old has picked up a half monkey eaten 
Dust laden guava from the ground 
Its then when  I plead for just a thing to thee o Lord


Tough is the time when 
To reach the college I get into the bus 
With books  in one hand 
Purse in the other 
Trying hard to hold the pole of the bus or the holder

Just then, By mistake  I don’t know how 

My Dupatta just slips down my shoulder 
Its then when  I plead for just a thing to thee o lord


I Pray to thee oh lord not for once but many times like these
I pray  not just for  me but for all the women around me
I pray not for young , nor for old 
Nor for rich nor poor but for all
I know it will be difficult to accept but the need of hour would definitely compensate

You made us multitasking and so are we 
You made us play many roles and so do we 

So Why thee  thinketh so much O lord

We think this is the only thing we lack
Please Please Please  

JUST GIVE US OUR TAILS BACK





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