I feel naked

I wear that chunni across my breast,

To protect myself from your lustful stares

I never keep my bag on my lap

Instead, hold it tightly around my breast

Just to avoid your lustful stares.

I keep checking my top everytime,

Whether it is in the right place.

Because if my cleavages would show up

Your sexual desires would race

And you would say I invited you

For checking me out, with your lustful stares

I walk down the metro station,

Everyday, Hundreds of eyes look at me.

I end up adjusting my top from here and there

To protect myself from those lustful stares.

Roads, or a metro station,

College or even my home.

Doesn't matter where I go

your lustful stares follow my flesh everywhere.

My clothes are not the reason for rape,

From 60 to 2 years old

A girl, or a women, No one is safe.

Even if I wear suit and salwar,

And my cleavages are not shown

I still witness your lustful stares.

Because For you,

Breasts are just meant to be sucked

For your fun and pleasure stuffs.

What you tend to forget is,

Those breasts feeded you for so long,

Today, while you stare at others breasts

You're shaming no one else,

But your mother.

Even if I cover myself fully,

I feel like I'm walking down naked.

Because of your lustful stares.

But you know what?

Somewhere, someone might be also

Making your sister uncomfortable

With his lustful stares.