by Sara Chansarkar

The pain women embrace to look pretty
Calls for someone to write a rhyme or a ditty
And of all the agonies that I can recall
Those ruthless shoes that make us look tall
Top the list of sundry prices we pay for beauty

Why, oh why, do we women wear high heels
Even if it feels like walking on spikes of steel
Balancing self and vanity on a pointy stump
Women everywhere—slight or plump
To demands of conformity, all of us do kneel

Those capricious stilettos, so shiny but sinister
Often leave a mark, bruise, corn and blister
Hurt docile shins, calf, hips, ankle and back
Please someone, banish them from the rack
Oh! Please forbid them, our reverend minister

Inches they do add to a woman’s height
Wonder if the reward is worth the plight
Why does she need to be tall as man
When it was never part of God’s plan
Smaller but no less she is, she’s proved it alright.

Sara Chansarkar is an Indian, living in the USA for the past 11 years. Columbus, Ohio has been her home away from home in India. She is an IT professional, who loves to immerse and lose herself in the ocean of written word. Sara is a voracious reader who can chew words in any shape or form. She also pours her heart out through my fingers on her blog This I Believe, which is a medley of personal essays, insights, poets and short stories. Her blog has been featured on top Indian blogs lists and her poems have published in the Haiku journal. You can find Sara on her Facebook profile