Swipe – A Poem

Swipe   The cold mountain winds brushing your hair, The thump of the motorcycle, Travelling with your friends, you haven’t met --- You’re with that girl, Who dances and smiles Your heart pumping for this new feeling ---- In that car, you always dreamed of Munching the miles…   Battery low! Is the message you…

Shallow!

SHALLOWYou call yourself progressiveBut when your daughter found a man,You disapprovedWhen your son wanted to be a musician,You became tone deafWhen your wife wanted shorts,You shamed herBut when you saw someone in bikiniYou pronounced it as progress to your friendsWhen your husband cried over an argument,You called him weakYet you proudly counsel that crying is…