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