Eighteen plus
By- Tiyasha Khanra

Am I so grown up to a lady that-

I can’t sit on my father’s lap?

Have I grown so much that-

I can’t stay with my brothers at night?

Am I grown to the stage that-

Male teachers can’t teach me alone?

So, I’m in that stage now-

Where I’m not safe with my own?

And my mother has the right-

To feel insecure about me,

All the time. But why so?

I still admire those, who-

Give me the vibe of a baby girl.

I know I’m eighteen plus, but-

It’s not quite right to segregate me.