Guru-Speak

O , Mothers of Men
Mark my words :
Ignore your perishable body
Save your immortal soul
Blame your attitude
And change your outlook,
A rapist ceases to be a rapist
The moment you cry, Brother Dear
And fall at his feet.
Don’t venture out of home
And if you must , never alone,
Repeat after me :
“ I have no use for mobile,
Nor for a pair of jeans,
I will never wear a skirt
And go to hell for wearing shorts,
I will never give birth to a girl,
Or fall in love “
Chant my children
Chant a thousand times :
“ Guru is my Asha
And he is my Ram “
hemen parekh