Please pray for a leader who walks in the light,
Whether he does on his own, or because he’s forced to – either is alright.
Pray for us all, that we can be the pressure,
That we hold on to our values, and let honesty be our measure.
Category Archives: Social Change
Men-Oh-Pause
Men-Oh-Pause, give your wives a break,
Don’t get up and leave them to wash up the plates.
They’re on their feet before every meal,
Cooking and washing and keeping the home clean.
Will I vote?
Should I vote for you or should I vote for your brother, The one who will guide you when darkness takes over. Or, should I vote for the winner, support the fair weather friend, Who will swing different ways, depending upon who wins.
Change the woman, to change the man
I visit my friend and she’s at the table,
Feeding her son who is perfectly able,
To eat on his own. He’s almost a teen!
I wonder why it is that she just can’t see.
With a spoon in her hand and love in her heart,
This is her way of bringing him up.
The sins of their father’s mother
Do women deserve a weekly off, or do they need to pay,
For the sins of their husbands mother,
On that seventh day?
The mother who did what she thought was right,
Who never took a break.
Who was an obedient daughter-in-law, who accepted without a fight.
Kharghar is burning
Kharghar is burning and nobody cares.
There’s always a strong smell of smoke in the air.
Garbage collection is not a routine,
And waste segregation still is a pipe dream.
Not Wonderwoman.
The world will not end if we put up our feet, For 20 minutes each day. The world will not end if we eat left overs, More than once in a way. The world will not end if we go meet our friends, And we’re not there to serve you your lunch. It’s these breaksContinue reading “Not Wonderwoman.”
The pot-stirrer
I wrote this poem in a week that had me thinking about a culture where there’s space for diversity.
With admiration and respect for the many pot-stirrers that I know. Some stir by design and some by chance.
They get splattered and occasionally get burned, deal with it gracefully and keep going on doing what they do – making a positive difference.
The breeze that knocked me over
You’re the breeze that knocked me over, And I’m lying on the floor. I struggle to rise, clinging to hope. I’m in a better place now, but still struggle to cope.
I loved you
I loved you, so I never said no. I wanted you to have order in your life, So I cleaned up after you. Now, you’re growing up and I can’t face the tantrums. You don’t have the ability to take the knocks that life will give you, And you don’t have the independence you needContinue reading “I loved you”
My choice
I chose you and I lost my ability to see. I couldn’t see your failings, though I was aware of them before. It’s not that I was blind, but that I didn’t want to see. Deep down inside, I think accepting your flaws was a reflection on me. Because you were MY choice.
“Children don’t need time”
“Just have a baby, put your child in a creche, and continue with what you were doing before you had a baby. That’s what I did…” That’s what a friend said to me in an effort to pressure me into having a baby! I just stared at her in total shock. I could see howContinue reading ““Children don’t need time””
