It is a week- day.
It is fun to be out,
Till the wee hours of the morn
Stolen from the night before,
Scantily clad and alluring
You dance on your toes
Vulgarly moving your hips
To the slow raging pop music
That swings you around
On your partner’s waist and shoulders;
Bodies colliding behind
To the deafening music;
As waves of rapturous thrill
Douse your innocent spirit.
Igniting you irresistibly
To the churning beats
Pulsating beneath the flimsy curtain:
Drinks trigger the show
Laced with peppy, puppy love,
Now you belong exclusively
To your ravished partner
Vows and breath contaminated, sealed.
The hungry heat throbbing within
Chokes your sensations
Consumes you over and over again,
The rapture inflamed…
Until a whiff of the breeze
Stirs your whim to reality
By then… it is all over.
The Saturday night fever persists…
For some,
For others … done forever
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
It’s a very good poem on how unknowingly quite a few young people get themselves into trouble without realizing what they are landing themselves in. This is very often because of peer group effect and wanting to appear to be modern. To be modern is good but not being vulgar. Unfortunately nowadays what youngsters do isn’t considered as vulgar by them. In fact they consider others to be old fashioned.
agreed
being modern and social is OK but going beyond limits and shunning aside modesty and self respect are two different aspects of modern understanding
being old fashioned is better than ruining your modesty and respect
one has to prove the old saying ‘women thy name is frailty’ wrong
Come Saturday night
Partying boozing and dancing cometh
Marked by feverish excitement and mirth
Extending well past midnight
Fondly remembering
Next day being Sunday
At disposal for exclusive relaxation and rest
Only to go ahead in earnest
Starting from day next
Through Friday night
With meticulousness we exhibit
To match religious sentiment!
Too much extravagant indulgence
Makes perils we stare health-wise
Betraying morality altogether
Keeps us wondering
Where at all it leads to!
But……Realization dawned
Tumbled down
Come Saturday night again!!!!