She glances at her exquisite gold watch
It’s way past supper time
The LCD is blaring away like a
Loquacious loudspeaker in a railway station
The fancy woman on T.V. in her fancy pants opens her glossy seductive mouth
The screen is a battlefield of estrogen hormones are pacing up and down flying high like a fish- tailed kite,
behind the hijaab she’s breaking into a sweat droplets of shimmering diamonds collect on her brow.
Her twenty-four karat necklace
looks like a double tier choker
choking her with its ugly social stigma
she’s a fish out of water.
Her throat is dry, dry like the land she lives in the winds are blowing in all the wrong directions.
The fancy woman in her fancy pants is selling a new fairness product,
It’s an one way ticket to flawless skin.
The commercial goes; ‘Buy now and say good-bye to marks and dark circles’
She thinks from behind the hijaab
‘Will it hide the bloody scars of last night?’
~Gayatri Lakhiani Chawla