To A Modern Poetess

Nothing has happened to you, But have fallen in love, Societal barriers are in between That's why you are saying so. You seem to be a Sufi, but re not, A very romantic girl Tired of romanticism, Romance, dream, colour, fancy and imagination, A yogan in the rudraksha rosary And bracelets not, But a Rajneeshite, A Marawari businessman's daughter. Poetry is flirtation with As was love, Poetry is your pastime As was love And now you asking me to call you A Radha, a Mira, So mad in love and devotion That you forgetting your husband even.