To My Daughter

She is my world

The constellations gets curled

When she rests on my lap 

In the quilt of my love I want her to wrap

Wrap because she is still not prepped

Not prepped to have your molestations

Not prepped to hear gossips about her that you term as conversations

Not prepped to see your heinous crimes

Not prepped to kill her fantasy rhymes

Still my butterfly you would soon come out of the cocoon

But dear just don't see the scars of the moon

The light would be sharper now

It's you who has to find the who,  why and how

I know that the eagles are waiting for you

Your step...your dress..your look could either be a yes or a clue

The scavengers have planned the show

It's gonna be tough to stand firm in the row

Out here awaits

Comments, taunts, ranks and rates

YOUR FACE.. YOUR FACE... YOUR FACE

Is gonna be the most discussed case

Yeah..it's gonna be harder 

For here are more rapists than the percentage of oxygen in the air

So you are gonna asphyxiate and exfoliate layer by layer

You would feel like punching your favourite teddy bear 

And tightly clutching your hair

You would try to adorn yourself with the cuts

But wait you are my daughter..."MY DAUGHTER"

And how hard they may try...you,they will never be able to slaughter

If they look at you ..you stare at them

If they unbutton their shirt ..you fold your sleeves into a hem

If they give you a lopsided grin..you throw at them your giggle's tin

You won't be the 'touch-me-not'

You will be rough and Raw

You will break the Newton's third law

As their action would receive double and triple reaction

The pillow is not gonna be the receiver of your tears

Cry out loud for everyone has fears

Cry untill the deaf hears the firmness in your pain

And the solidity in your screams

Mumma knows that her doll still believes in 'Alice in Wonderland'

Mumma knows that her little girl still tries hard to build the castle of sand

Mumma knows that her princess waits for her prince charming

But you don't know that the time is alarming.........

Alarming your Mumma for she has asked enough

But Mumma is greedy.....right??

So I ask one more thing ...that you won't hold me tight

In the winter mornings, I won't be giving you my slippers anymore

I won't be delving into your eyes to reach the problem's core

For as the leaves fall 

So does my breath

I have received His call

But my bird would continue chirping 

And me you would not crave

Even after the last petal of rose is whiped by the wind from the grave.

Luv Mumma