Their style is shoed
Counting genes
To separate males and females
Simply to devise their fancy
At the cost of my feet..
Modern girls
Easily fascinated illusorily
With no choice of giving up
when I was shoed
Into that illusory style
Priced four thousand rupees
Me a middle-class conservative
Was booted with a costly kick
Torn apart was my heart...
My tears or your lure for the modernity..?
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