Onlookers

Onlookers look up To find a thing they could put the blame on To raise a question To show their anger on women’s indecency With a serious purpose They look on because they take it as hierarchy Nothing is spared by their piercing eyes The women’s body (covered or uncovered) put their lust on fire Their whistles show your beauty is fair Staring constantly is an act of dare Their following sometimes can make you scare They wanna touch you – who knows this chance is rare Their faith is shaken to a certain level They whisper in heart “she is mother of devil” On sight of a woman, the curtain of shame is dropped down The eyes of such men wear not any gown