I request you, my prospective
suitor
To kindly read this
open letter
Before you mount a docked-up
mule
I humbly present these
basic rules
Even though we haven’t
even met
To stress some points,
I’m all set!
Some things are better
cleared early
To avoid later an
emotional tragedy
Whenever you’re coming
to meet me
I can hope, you are
prepared already
Now check this list
quite carefully
Ignorance isn’t an
excuse for folly
So, let us begin with,
my dear
I hope doubts will be
all-clear
If you wish a girl who
is
Like a typical bahu
on TV
May you never get to
meet me!
I wear vivid hues and short
dresses
And roam around in open
tresses
I just give a damn to all
non-sense
And a good kick to
ethnic pretence
I shout on the top of
my voice
If get rubbed on the
wrong side
I love myself and my make-up
And grooming to stay
tip-top
I love click…click… click
of my stilettos’
Flaunting funky nails
in my peep-toes
I always call a spade a
spade
Deception is not I’m of
made
Alright, this was one
thing
I hope next isn’t this
boring!
Now let us move on to a
new point
Read carefully with an open
mind
Boy, I have my own life,
alright
So, don’t expect a coy
Indian wife
Waiting for my husband
like a dog
Timidly in sun, rain,
snow or fog
Frying pakoras as
you land and,
Wasting days in running
errands
Dissolving in kitchen
day & night
With sari draped around
me tight
I can’t visit those temples
daily
B’coz in goodness lies the
key
Nor listen to your
sexist crap
I’ll swiftly gift a
tight slap
Okay, so I hope this is
fine
Let’s jump to another
point
You've to respect my
parents
If from me, you same expect
Yes! I can handle my
money
Down till the very last
penny
So please don’t meddle,
I insist
Thank you. I can save
and invest
Also! No dowry as gold
or cars
Or you’ll soon be
behind bars
I’ll never come to your
rescue
And you’ll reap what
you'll sow
We shall talk of that
love shit
If still stuck in a
failed affair
Firstly go, and see a
doctor
And pay that shrink by
the hour
For I’m not a mental counselor
I want someone I can admire
Not one still aflame
with ex-desires
No carrying past
baggage, I agree
No tears or rants for gone
spree
Did I seem like a stone-hearted devil?
Or a ruthless bitch- sarcastic
and evil?
If so, read between the
lines, boy
I’m a dignified lady and
not a toy
Or a living doll you
can with play
Or a half-wit moron without
a say
I won’t allow to be
taken lightly
Even if male-egos are hurt
slightly
Because I love my respect
no end
Liberated and ambitious
too, I am
So, if yes! Let’s party
and cheer!
Else, to our own ways, dear.