A Pain In The Neck-1

Your unfazed intent glare,
makes me wonder if I am a specie so rare.
You check my hands and feet and hair, 
And keep giving me that long hard stare.


You do justice to the snacks served,
And receive more hospitality than you deserved.


I reckon you wanted,


A bahu all tall and slim and fair,
Of other things, I am sure you may not care.
I certainly do not fit your mould,
A 'chand ka tukda' you are looking for I am told.


But my dear old lady,


Did you notice your son's wide waistline,
Or perhaps that reclining hairline?
Won't they make an odd pair?
A princess and a huge bear.


You brag and brag but,


His MS does not impress me,
Nor does that Rs. 10 lakh per annu, you see.
With your son's pea sized brain,
All that might as well go down the drain.


You make me stand and check my height,
You do want to know if I am on a diet.


I also wish to show you,


How rude my tongue can get
It would leave your mouth gaping, I bet.


But because I am told I am a "khandani girl",


Like a mannequin, I sit and smile
And stare down all the while.
Wondering if the one in Che's beret
Would ever crash into my life's foray.....



written in a lighter vein :D