I’m gonna get myself a bikini
This time a two-piece or whatever
With it, I’ll even try a cool martini
At a beach or pool or wherever
I’m fierce, I’m bold and not so old
So why not just be high and happy
I’ve shape of my own so be it flabby
Let’s just not talk about the world
And let me first get my hair curled
Gosh! I’m bold and not so old
The tyres on my body
And the skin little saggy
I’m loving them somehow
So why not flaunt them now
I’ve earned some marks
And lost some hair
Those raging hormones have been sorely unfair
With such bright marks
the role of a creator I qualify
The creator must be proud
I proclaim that so clear and loud
I must flaunt my curves to glorify
To hell with perverts
and all the hue and cry
My curves are my pride
So I don’t need to hide
That’s what my conscience told
I’m fierce, I’m bold
and shouldn’t be controlled.
The author is a Pune based academician, poetess and artist.
