A woman who writes

A sense of being respected,

Decent, a crown on my head.

I write.

They say you are good,

You can let yourself known.

Because I write.

A gentle breeze of simplicity 

A rough judgement, known a pseudo feminist 

still I write.

A round black bindi with a chashma

Long thin hair with lazily draped saree

Because I write?

You want to sit with the elite

Smoke a cigar and debate dead men's philosophy 

That's why I write?

Just because she knows to handle her words

And not shy away from owning it,

I write.

The respect is a threat

The relevance is momentary 

But still I write.

For just as any male poet,

The female side is equally fierce,

Unparalleled she will be writing.

- Sethu parvathy CU