To burn a book?
Is that the way to cook?
Ah! no woman!
The lore that thou know the best,
Let it not go a waste.
Cook woman,Cook!Cook up stories!
Arm yourself with ladles and forks.
Break your bangles
Wipe your tears.
And weave your tales with care,
but never fear.
Your feminine charms your shield.
Your pen your sword.
Write your stories sly
And allow him not to pry.
Lure him to your trap,
He with mighty shoulders.
Cure him off his lame thoughts.
Lead him thence to wisdom
that thou art not his cure to boredom.
Let him see light Woman!
that thou art not only his Mother
but Sister, Friend and Wife.
Demand not for Equality,
but assert thine Individuality.
Plead not before him,
Beg never for him.
Gently dismantle him off his tales,
And cloak him neatly in yours.
Peck at his anger with your Rosy lips,
And suck at his letters,
to polish them with your tongue.
Make him not a slave like he did you,
but be the Master and Friend.
Force him not to sing like he did you,
But make him sing willingly for you,
Be a game and Play the Game,
Win the Game and make him a game.
