I am looking for an ideal woman
One who abides by her true religion
One who lives for family alone
And never complains for any groan
Who never defined her own pleasure
Died guarding the inherited treasure
Who found solace in ‘his’ abuse
Only accepted, could never refuse
One who hated all illusions
Never expressed her confusions
With acceptance as her only dharma
Servitude as her divine karma
Thousands of images clash in mind
But……….they could only remind
A queer swirl in their eyes
A snubbed shriek under their smiles
Their plastic faces beguile me not
I can feel curse of their lot
All smiles wane and I spy
A new woman breathing nigh
Why it bothers my concern?
Why can’t they discern?
The true self of their being
And treat themselves as human being
Nothing else but human beings
