One morning I woke up
And found I was a women
And trust me it’s not something everyone can do..!
I torn down my shirt
To make it a skirt,
I trimmed up my hairs
And grew them on my head,
I dressed much lesser then I ever did
To make the rest peep in,
And trust me its not something everyone can do..!
I drive on the right
And smiled at every men in the line,
Giggled with officer in white.
I order the food from the hotel
n shouted for the little extra spice.
And trust me its not something everyone can do..!
I worked least and dated boss most
On week-end after a long ride,
I shopped the whole shop
And brought what I already had,
And trust me its not something everyone can do..!
No efforts, no pain
I made every man a slave
of my love n romance tale,
I made mistake and
Man said u r silly,
I laughed at them and
Man said u r funny,
I broke there heart and
Men said I am a sweet-heart,
And trust me its not something everyone can do..!
And it was then I found what a
“wonder ” it is to be a “women”…
And trust me its not something everyone can do..!
bitter taste....... my comment is true...... always be yourself....in the imagneray do not think like this...... I dont know who u ar. but the poem is so bitter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey harsh, your poem dipicts only one facet of being a woman.theres lot more to being a woman.if it was just meant to be humorous write then it is ok.but otherwise you would get brickbats for writing something like this.anyways good observations!