Yep, This Is India
You did ask me for a saree
And a cute little red Bindiya
Please hold on to that feeling
You know we're not in the West
But we are in India.
If you ask me what's the difference
Between a saree and a bikini
I'd say from outside there ain't any
But if you look at the inner essence
One is used for worship, other for felony.
Here we dress our Goddesses in saree
Not in a tee-shirt or in a bikini
Even Kali in her glorious nakedness
With only blood-dripping skulls for covering
When her cosmic death dance was over
Came back in red saree to her Shiva lover.
Yes, these are of course just symbols merely
But a saree stands for permanence mainly
So at marriage we offer her a saree only
Knowing too well it won't last till fourth night
When she will throw it away completely.
A husband does not expect her wife
To be covered in saree all the while
Yep, he'll love to see her in jeans, bikinis
Even a mini skirt will bring him a smile
But having received her in saree and bindiya
He knows the bond's for life and ever after
That thought alone sends a thrill up his spine
Hence offer of saree you should never decline
For my Love, as you know, this is India.
Therefore, put on the saree you were given
And part your hairs to put the vermillion
Show me why you are for me one in a billion
And let me know for sure you are for me alone.
(And do not cry hoarse for sex, sex, sex
You know these things are petty non-sense
Little trinkets which are conclusions bygone
Once you have found your true love, Honn.
These little things just happen on their own.)