written by: Ipsita Banerjee
There’s a story being told, I assure you it’s true,
Listen up, it concerns the likes of me and you.
Even the humble chicken will be blamed,
when women in India are to be shamed.
“India” you note, in “Bharat” this doesn’t happen
God will surely bless you, but only in the temple.
Yes, visit the temple, keep all body parts covered
look beyond those half-naked priests that make you shudder!
That will surely keep you safe from the evil eyes of men
Of course unless they have been eating Chowmein
Then their hormones, alas, play hooky
don’t blame them if they want some nooky!
In fact, don’t blame men, it’s all your fault
you insist on wearing what ever you want
like jeans and trousers and t’shirts, haven’t you heard?
Women dressed decently are never raped. It’s absurd
to wonder why raped was that four-month old
surely she wasn’t dressed decently; it’s not at all odd
that girls are compared to a box of sweets
which left outside, the dogs will eat.
Why, in my house the dog does not feed
just because the food is there, agreed
he is trained, just as the boys are not!
Of course the women are so immoral. Hot.
“Asking for it”, “Teasing the man”, “Going out at night”!
How dare they, it simply cannot be right.
So let them get raped, it’s just a small incident
how it cost the tourism department!
On it goes, like a carousel, one after the other
blame the stars, the girls, the clothes, the mother
Don’t try to change the way you think, not ever!
Men are faultless, it’s only silly women who differ!