She sings to a crowd

While I sleep in the comfort of this warm place called home
She sings amidst complete hooting strangers with a feigned smile and happiness
Hiding the inner discomfort and bashfulness
Yet she entertains
The crowd of "respectables"-unleashing the animal within
A thought just crosses my mind
So I pull out a pen and paper
Write a poem within the warmth of a place I call home
The respectable me turns the light off and sleeps
While she is still singing another number amidst an uproar of hooting
I know I am but a hypocrite

Prashantee
12.11.2009
11.40 am

I wrote this one after a long time...yesterday. There was a programme arranged in our "para" that's the bengali term for village or locality. And I could hear a girl sing ...and the hooting sounds outside...So I penned this down. Maybe she feels like being treated as a princess too... just my thought. I wish her well whoever she is. Dedicated to all the strong women. :)