Privy Poet’ Society: When My Daughter Asks Me

Privy Poet’ Society: When My Daughter Asks Me

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When my daughter asks me,
about the kind of dreams
she is “supposed” to dream,
what’s it that you want me to tell her?

Should I sing her the saga of predefined
dreams based on binaries?
Or whim for the castle in the air,
which glissades amidst the clouds.

When my daughter asks me,
about the ballot of demeanour,
which can be classified as moral,
what’s it that you want me to tell her?

Should I teach her about
things that make her a “good” girl?
Or ask her to soar high, without letting
the world dictate her life?

When my daughter asks me,
about the good and the bad of touches,
because she felt uncomfortable for the very first time,
what’s it that you want me to tell her?

Should I dismiss her
for being too young to comprehend,
Or compel her to see the gravity of
her consent, and how any touch against is will always be bad?

When my daughter asks me,
about love and lovers,
because it’s one word cosying up in every song she hears,
what’s it that you want me to tell her?

Should I explain how love
is to be given in measured teaspoons,
or embolden her to love with unparalleled passion
after she has fallen in love with herself?

When my daughter asks me,
about the kind of woman
she should grow up to me,
what’s it that you want me to tell her?

Should I lay emphasis on
being a good daughter, mother, wife
or be explicit enough to tell her that
the world is her reign and it isn’t about being a man or woman, never forget to be humane?

Actually, never mind.
I’ll answer those myself as I carry along
a paintbox full of unicorns and rainbows,
so she embellishes it any way she wants.


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Abha Mehra

Abha tries to survive days with fried food with cheese. You'll find her bossing around or in a corner trying to make sense of all the words that come not so naturally to her. Be it taking naps in the afternoon or a free pizza, she is ready for both all the time. If you like what she writes, feel free to gift her jhhumkas over peach iced tea.