For my girlfriends...

Their fist is full of earth
Sticky fingers, gently gripping
I met some women at birth

Raspberry mouthful of mirth
Juice soaked cotton shirt, dripping
Their first is full of earth

Chiming coins buried in dirt
Marble cats, nearly slipping
I met some women at birth

Silver scandal, a rupee’s worth
Summer breeze, gentle ripping
Their fist is full of earth

Kissing rocks, feisty skirts
broad shoulders, shameless stripping
I met some women at birth

Rajnigandha nuisance, they flirt
Leaving homes, black nails chipping
Their fist is full of earth
I met some women at birth