The difference

What a stark difference?
You are also a woman
You are also young may be of my age
You also have the features as me
I see no difference in our physic
But…what a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I was dressed in perfect attire
I was well made up in appearance
You were in drapes all torn
You were with un-kept hair and face
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I walk as if I know everything
I see stares from guys on roads
Your walk shows your hunger
Your presence stirs not even a dog on the way
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I carry a stylish bag of leather
I wear shoes of glass with a touch of satin
You carry a gunny bag dark with dirt
You never seem to be worried about bare foot
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I had breakfast with colored chutney
I had my mom to wave me good bye
You wonder when dustbin would fill with leaves
You have no one to care for
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I have gold to adorn my ears and fingers
I have a stock of dresses in my almera
You had groomed your hair ages back
You hardly have a thing to wear today
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I dream of the stars and the US
I think of marrying a prince from heaven
You hardly have a dream
You know marriage is far away from you
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I spend lavishly for food
I feed my dog with chocolates
You search for food like a cur every day
You have never had anything sweet in life
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I live a palatial house with people to care
I am a Cherub to all there
You have a corner of the road reserved for nights
You are a poor devil to all with none to care
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
I would never be able to be you
You will never take over me
I will always live a blessed life
You will always be cursed on a road corner
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
For I was also made by you my Lord
She is also a creation of you
Yet differences make life
For me to pity and her to envy
What a stark difference?

What a stark difference?
She is also a woman
She is also young may be of my age
She also has the features as me
She sees no difference in our physic
But…what a stark difference?

Every move of life
Teaches a harsh lesson…
Ever creation on earth
Has something to say…

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Anonymous said…
An excellent read!! Has feeeling woven into it. To be appreciated!
10:16 PM
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