You are wearing a skirt and holding a glass of wine,
Going out for dinner at 8? Better be back by 9;
Why can’t you be friends with just girls?
And what’s with these inviting curls?
Why have trouble with marriage prospects over higher education?
How are you even thinking of sending her alone on a vacation?
I saw her coming back late in the night,
Her parents surely didn’t raise her right.
And why is your make up so bright?
Why do you so often change your display pictures?
Don’t act too smart, meddling in mature fixtures.
Sending your girl for career to another city?
Poor parents! Won’t even know and she’ll soon start playing too witty.
And why are you strolling alone in the dark?
Don’t complain then, when those dogs bark.
Divorce? Oh she must have been an unfaithful, controlling wife,
He wouldn’t even know and she’d cut him with her sly knife.
Talks too much and smiles with red lips?
Trust us, these are just her alluring tricks and tips.
Standing with a group of guys?
Calls them friends? Huh! Just her lies.
You have no morals if you’ve dared to fall in love,
You are characterless if your dress too short or blouse too deep,
You must have slept your way up the ladder if you’ve tasted success,
And every step of your life you are asked, “Log kya kahenge?”
But girl, tell them you are a woman of unimaginable might,
Tell them you’ve learnt to give them a tough fight.
Walk on and be all you can be,
Unapologetic and unabashedly free.
The next time they say, “Log Kya kahenge?”,
Tell them, “Kuch toh kahenge, unka ka kaam hi hai kehna.”
