Is a poem of California,

So warmly,now shake they notAnd even ifWith a grinning,How has the time changed,This Okara keeps thinking,How they used to beAnd how have they become?Now with the changing timeHe too has change himselfTo adjust with,Now he too gives the same smileHolding the cheeks in holdJust showing the teethNot laughing from the heartAnd has learnt to saying…

Is it,Is it enoughTo call,Call themVictims,Rape victims,Is it,Is it enoughTo call,Call themRape,Rape victims,Are they,Are theyNot,Not our daughters,Daughters,Sisters,Sisters,Our own,Own,Only,Only just,Just women,WomenSinful,Sinful and guilty,Unchaste,Unchaste and unholy,Unholy and impureAnd characterless,Are,Are they not,Not women,WomenFull, full of the milkOf kindness,Kindness,Human,Human and motherly?And even if,Even if are,Are they the victims,Victims of rape,Treat,Treat you kindly,With so much of compassion,Love and pardon,Pardon,Can’t you,Can’t…

Daru,Indian daru,Deshi or videshiIf he can afford to buyCountry or foreign liquor.

And the orthodox peopleWho just look to be liberalBut not at all,Full so much false pride, ego and vanityAs they think that they are the best,But are blind to others.

Tik Tiok villain,All new stars,New entriesOf Bollywood not,Local starsWent globalGoingIn suit, boot and jeansOverpowdered, overcreamedAnd the scents sprayed overGoing,Going and people runningFor covers,Photos,Selfies,Mainly the loafersAnd the common public too,stars going,Film stars of Bombay not,But Tik Tok, Tik Tok starsWaving the hands at,Shaking hands, greeting peopleAnd friendsAs new film stars,Native,Deshi theatrical perosnae.

Domiciled in EnglandAs a Black womanWriting ofRacial prejudice and discriminationAnd laying it bareThe womanly heartOf hers.