The Little Brat

In a foreign frenzy of shopping spree,
In the midst of bangles and baby dresses,
You hid your face against a red tank top,
Like a kid searching it's colouring pencil!

That day you hid your child in a little frock,
As boys had their say in your every case!
You went silent to keep your words at bay,
Lest they called you a little brat in dismay!

You stayed her shadow, even beneath her shadow,
But the 'mighty and good' never spared your shadow!
Your pretty little hands had a heavy metal vessel,
To cook a broth to please every one's tastes!

You stitched all your dresses all by yourself, and
They prompted strange scripts to stitch with its all!
You dressed in your whites on your way to church,
But they smeared your dress in a preaching of guilts!

When the last vendor of cloths shuts its doors,
Come home my love with your selection of toil,
And change your tunic, toxic with any guilts,
To wear your wedding frock that we together stitched!