Mother heard the car honk at the gate
Sees the clock , judges them not late
Opening the door, letting the duo enter
Daughter threw her bag, earthquake's epicenter.
What's the matter, practice over early today?
Mum, quit drama, I know my fee you didn't pay
Yeah we didn't, what's there in your dance
Only few reach high, it's pure chance
No more words uttered, only door slammed;
The girl gone, mum dad stood jammed
While the pool of tears was about to form
She felt a touch of something warm
Why do you cry and make yourself sad
It's been going since ages, destiny's like that.
I do not know who you are mister
But would you say that, if I were your sister.
Yes dear girl, the drill is the same
You give up your dreams for reasons lame.
But I really wanted to dance and sing
And act and make a grand living
Such a fantasy, didn't your parents warn
In India you dream based on where you're born
They did warn, but I didn't learn
I thought I'll reach if I'll be stern
I think they are right, I should study hard
Give up fictitious worlds, get good report card
And maybe if I just work little perfect
My life with my dreams may be specked
Oh no girl! You belong to general category,
An average student, I salute you for bravery.
Then what should I do, you suggest mister,
How to cure this burning blister?
Lower expectations, apply some ice
Everyone in India, faces this bias.
But why do sir, I have freedom none
When the boy next door learns to shoot with a gun
Dear miss believer, if you dreamt so high
Why did you not let win, the chromosome Y
And this is how this strange Indian mister
Presented the girl, with twister after twister.
Yes dear girl, the drill is the same
You give up your dreams for reasons lame.
But I really wanted to dance and sing
And act and make a grand living
Such a fantasy, didn't your parents warn
In India you dream based on where you're born
They did warn, but I didn't learn
I thought I'll reach if I'll be stern
I think they are right, I should study hard
Give up fictitious worlds, get good report card
And maybe if I just work little perfect
My life with my dreams may be specked
Oh no girl! You belong to general category,
An average student, I salute you for bravery.
Then what should I do, you suggest mister,
How to cure this burning blister?
Lower expectations, apply some ice
Everyone in India, faces this bias.
But why do sir, I have freedom none
When the boy next door learns to shoot with a gun
Dear miss believer, if you dreamt so high
Why did you not let win, the chromosome Y
And this is how this strange Indian mister
Presented the girl, with twister after twister.
No comments:
Post a Comment