We were getting ready for a party
And I came out wearing my sleeveless red gown
My arms were bare
Except for the bracelet nuzzling my left wrist .
Then the fight started.
He said, “Cover up your arms .
Your burn marks are in view.
You are never careful while cooking
No other women I know have scars like yours”
I said, ” Let me tell you once again
How I came by my scars.
While you slept late into the morning
I was making our meals.
Breakfast, box lunch for office
The role I was assigned to do.
I didn’t burn myself .
Happened in the morning rush.
These aren’t my scars
But my medals of honour,
For every dish I mastered .
Which you called delicious and incredible.
So it is okay .
It is mine to flaunt.
As each came with a learning”.