April 9th 4 Poems Prompt TSL's Napowrimo Ripped Jeans given by Radhakrishnan sir

 Take 4 with Radhakrishnan Krishnan

Ripped Jeans
We bonded over ripping up jeans
She ripped mine up
And I, hers.
It was ripping.

Ripped Jeans Take 3 with

Radhakrishnan Krishnan

I want my daughters to be free to wear what they like

Ripped jeans or mini skirts or bikinis or swimsuits

Or hotpants or shorts or showing cleavage or whatever

I really don't care if they only wear body paint and tattoos or nothing

But as a father I know out there are sharks

And sharks are violent and only know to be predators

What are the ways to deal with the sharks

Cut/Rip off any part of their bodies to control them

That they try to use to hurt women

This may seem violent but is a good deterrent

May even be a good detergent

Art, porn, or video games as outlets cannot lead to salvation in some types of criminals as the effect can swing both ways

In some to pretending in society they are not bad and in some to actions that were inspired by all the darkness in those three

Only law and the iron hand helps

As a father when my daughters hit the streets alone

In ripped jeans and high style

I want to build a wall

Divide the world into safe zone and danger zone

Keep the sharks out

And let only the seals and porpoises in

who believe in love, romance, mutual consent, fidelity, loyalty, love for children and other things

I even suggest sex profiling, surveillance, trackers implanted and electric shocks

For the criminally minded as is done to paedophiles

In movies when they go out on bail in the US

They don't belong on land

In heaven only houris should be allowed to dance

gambol and play

protected by their guardians who are fatherly or eunuchs.

April 9th TSL NAPOWRIMO prompt Ripped Jeans given by

Radhakrishnan Krishnan

and my poem on it Take 2

When I was a child

My dad and mom told me

Monae, Jesus says

Never look at a woman

With lust in your eyes

Because it is better to

Go to heaven

With two eyes

Than with none

As if you do feel tempted to look with lust

You had better pluck them out

So you won't commit that sin again

I took them seriously

So even if you put a naked woman

As beautiful as Rambha, Urvashi, Thilottama or Menaka

In front of me

I know the problem is inside me

And keep my eyes pure

And look away

To obey Jesus and my parents

I pray not to be led into temptation

And to overcome sin inside

This has saved me many times

I'm not the only one

Gandhi was saved from his own incontinence and lack of self control and lust and lack of sexual discipline by saying Ram's name

When he went to meet a sex worker

Once

And I have a friend here

Whose mother taught him

Never to act dishonourably to a woman

We don't fall or yield so easily

And there were many men in the older generation who did not, either; who loved only one woman, their wives, all their long lives.

And I know a mother

with two sons

who taught them

never to do anything bad to women

It's not the ripped jeans

that is the cause of lust or rape

but sexual desire

inside you,

you human beings

that if you let grow into a beast

can lead you to harm

and to hurt others

not knowing

for everything

there is a right time and a right place

and right person

Don't make ripped jeans your cover!

The cover for your lust

your sin

and your sexual misbehaviour

molestation, harassment, excess and sexual misdemeanor

and your saying men will be men

and boys will be boys

all lies

to make women

your slaves to use as you please

when they are not!

Instead learn from Jesus and Ram

and Buddha and Sufi saints

or keep on blaming women

asking them to dress modestly

when it is you who are evil, sinful, lustful and immodest in your thoughts!

Ripped Jeans April 9 Prompt TSL's Napowrimo

In others' homes it's different

In mine it is different

My daughters wear ripped jeans

When I open my mouth itself

As a conscientious father

Before I can say a word

My wife takes their side

She sings from Mary Poppins

"Cast off the shackles of yesterday

Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!"

And from My Fair Lady

"They can still rule the land without you.

Windsor Castle will stand without you.

And without much ado

We can all muddle through without you."

My daughters join in raucously

What a cacophony!

I cover my ears

I flee

"Temporarily lost at sea"

At all my Madonnas who want to be free

Beating a hasty retreat

For now

O, Phew!