Women are insane –
They do all the right things
At a blazing pace that stings
And win.
They also sin.
They break queues,
Skip dues,
Remain in the news,
Come with their stock of views.
They write,
They fight,
And bite and spite,
And have tears to show their might.
They are everywhere.
And they care.
They also stare
At times they won’t be fair.
They are what men are
And what men can be.
And we know they carry babies
Who will call themselves men.
Yet when they want reservations,
And a separate queue,
I mutter, ‘Women are insane!’
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Women are insane… a poem
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Arvind Passey
08 March 2017
11 comments
Sonia says:
Mar 16, 2017
Hee! Hee! Yeah right! Your poem is funny enough and true enough but –
If you were in our shoes,
you too would ask for separate queues;
So one may stand without the constant doubt and fear
that the blighter behind or ahead is getting far too near
in a determined attempt to feel-up your front or your rear!
We perhaps need ’em lasers or razors, spiked rings or tasers;
We’re considering those to ensure minimum healthy space beyond nose and toes…
However, in lieu, we’re willing to settle for that separate queue!!
Arvind Passey says:
Mar 20, 2017
Re-reading these lines… 🙂
Sonia Chaavara says:
Mar 17, 2017
Hee! Hee! Yeah right! Your poem is funny enough and true enough but –
If you were in our shoes,
you too would ask for separate queues,
So one may stand without the constant doubt and fear
that the blighter behind or ahead is getting far too near
in a determined attempt to feel-up your front or your rear!
We perhaps need ’em lasers or razors, spiked rings or tasers;
We’re considering those to ensure minimum healthy space beyond nose and toes…
However, in lieu, we’re willing to settle for that separate queue!!
Arvind Passey says:
Mar 20, 2017
Nice! Loved reading it… 🙂
Sonia says:
Mar 17, 2017
Hee! Hee! Yeah right! Your poem is funny enough and true enough but –
If you were in our shoes,
you too would ask for separate queues,
So one may stand without the constant doubt and fear
that the blighter behind or ahead is getting far too near
in a determined attempt to feel-up your front or your rear!
We perhaps need ’em lasers or razors, spiked rings or tasers;
We’re considering those to ensure minimum healthy space beyond nose and toes…
However, in lieu, we’re willing to settle for that separate queue!!
Arvind Passey says:
Mar 20, 2017
Doesn’t matter… sometimes websites do malfunction…
MG Gopalan says:
Mar 19, 2017
That is the India I returned to.
Cleverly crafted words that reflect the reality.
Train compartments, and now Air India seats, the gender gap to be magnified. Even as they selectively carry from womb to tomb their own gender, they wonder why their sons fetch less dowry than yesterdecade.
Arvind Passey says:
Mar 20, 2017
Thank you for your words of encouragement… and do pardon my delayed response. I’m a lazy person. 🙂
MG Gopalan says:
Mar 19, 2017
That is the India I returned to.
Cleverly crafted words that reflect the reality.
Train compartments, and now Air India seats, the gender gap to be magnified. Even as they selectively carry from womb to tomb their own gender, they wonder why their sons fetch less dowry than yesterdecade.
Sonia says:
Mar 19, 2017
Hee! hee! Yeah right! Your poem is funny enough and true enough; but
If you were in our shoes
You too would ask for separate queues,
So one may stand without the constant doubt and fear,
that the blighter ahead or behind is getting far too near,
in a determined attempt to feel up your front or your rear!
We perhaps need ’em razors or lasers, spiked rings or tasers;
We’re considering those, to secure healthy space beyond nose and toes;
However, in lieu, we’re willing to settle for that separate queue!
Now, wouldn’t you?
Arvind Passey says:
Mar 20, 2017
Yes, I too would. 🙂