On a bright Delhi morning,
As I walked out on the street,
I spotted these pretty damsels,
Each one of them a queen.
Their hair were straight,
Their legs, silky-smooth,
Eyes, light brown and blue,
Man, what a view.
They wore everything chic,
From the bosom to the hip,
Yet everyone’s eyes around them,
Were astray from the standard scheme.
So like a sage with grace
I decided to strike a cord,
Opening a trust to raise
Funds for these scantily clothed.
