He wolf-whistled,
And I blushed,
Coyly I walked past
And he rushed,
Towards his bike,
Which he mounted,
He gave it some race,
My heart-beat I counted,
It was well past normal,
As was the time,
I should’ve been back home,
It was nearly past nine,
But here I was,
Walking home with this guy
Riding behind me
Why did I feel all shy?
But, hold on!
This is not Bollywood,
And I’m not a dumb bimbette,
Who blushes and sighs,
And who you treat like an object.
Oh, dear RSR,
It’s your dream!
Wake up!
I don’t like your whistles,
And I don’t like your leering
I’m not such an imbecile
To be fond of all that jeering.
I have a brain
And I have a mind
I will surely blush
When the right man I find.
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We surely need to end such chauvinism. Great piece of work.
Thank you!