I have been climbing the stairs for long, White stairs and a fairly brown me, We make our haggard movements gay, A few but hard per day. Calibrated insects follow up in the air, Head sways to a rather kaleidoscopic dance, Body stays behind... A few red flowers and black leaves, Black, black derailed from the ground. The Snow White in me? barely cares for sleep But would the short humans be able to hold me steep? Would we all fall down fast? A clump of weak sad humans There there... Inked as the old patriarch conjures up a fairy tale. You sashay into the deep south end, gown rather lost , to the morbid bend Some would dare say - Had you eaten your vegetables and protein You would stay a stable scarecrow in the wind, somewhere angling tens up on the fairy tale. Anorexic ants crouch on the sugar brooding antennas low,at a downward vigour Few of them have already lost their appetite The others hoard, just beyond the expiry fate Nearby, You try and sanitize the poisoned apples bobbed at you, Daadi ke nuskhe kaam na aye, Snow White kya Beauty bhi bhooki reh jaye. White stairs and a pale brown me, Make our way through religious chants "Kyun kuch khati nahi? Isko kuch khilathi kyun nahi?" She's gonna be somebody's brood mare, Implicit meaning thrown up like dirt Haye Haye.. Flashbacks of a vertigo, Of a malnourished cultural mandate You hold on to dear life and move on Still walk up and up Trying to be the lovely brown you. In all proportions everyday.