The Changing Country
The country is changing is what they say,
But does the outlook of people actually count?
Still, that old stereotypical mindset is what they display,
Letting the entire mankind down.
One steps out, and there they are, umpteen scanning eyes,
Golden highlights, ripped jeans, short skirt is what catches their sight,
A new way discovered by the crowd to characterize,
Having no one around to tell that everything's alright.
Wardrobe malfunction is the next new crime,
Gawking them, making them feel victimized,
Informing them can also work sometimes,
But here in the changing country, it can never be recognised.
One ends up doing outdoor activities indoor,
Reason being all the unnecessary ogles,
Why not engage in some household chores?
Allowing others to relax their ankles.
As long as the country comprises the people,
The concept of changing country remains a big lie,
If at all it becomes illegal,
Maybe then the mass would give it a try.
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