I suck your breasts to grow,
I suck them to pleasure senses mine,
And when yours I don’t get,
My eyes wander to another find.

I try to get my hands on them,
To get them I very much hope,
and if they can’t be mine,
I try to pinch them or grope.

If I possess one of you,
I try to get you all,
And if someone looks at you,
I’d kick his middle ball.

I take the liberty,
the freedom I choose,
to keep you in the veil,
and put around you the holy thread noose.

That bitch is taken,
I want people to know,
This is my property,
The people I wana show!

Yes, I may hide my ring,
To cover my bachelor self,
And flirt, tease and cheat,
so to preserve my “manly” wealth.

If you do the same thing bitch,
You are an immoral dirt,
cause you are a woman my dear,
you have to bear the morality brunt.

I also worship you as the Devi,
The param shakti of my Lord,
But if you are bleeding periods,
Then the same temple doors to you I close.

You see, you may be Shakti, Durga, Devi,
My mother, sister, my love or my baby
yet for me, you are a bitch,
To satisfy my hunger, who has a ditch.

Women… ah, just make use of them.
They don’t deserve any respect!!

PS: Want to kill me for this? Feel free to do it.
You know what inspired me to write this?

In the morning I logged on to Rediff QnA, and there was this question about

“When will women be allowed inside the Ayappa temple”?

I wrote a fitting reply to the same.

But then I saw someone answer “Let the purity of the temple remain”
I was SHOCKED, BUGGED and ANGRY.
What the f**k did the person mean by that?

This poem is my protest to the discrimination against women not being allowed to enter temples when they have their periods. It’s not a sin to have one.

This poem is dedicated to the entire womanhood.

Women rock and I love you guys!!

Also hope you liked the collage.
Felt it represents you beauties well :=)