The tailor and Girl

And tailor tells, in mystic tune to the kind girl 

The cloth wraps our body and brings forth beauty 

To carter the needs of clothing's Remember pearl ! 

It's magic of cotton tree; that's exempt from stamp duty 

And blond Beauty replied:, we also have silk mote's 

And plenty of mulberry trees 

on both sides of silk roads.

When I go round these, I hear groans 

Of milk goats and old world chatts, by hunting birds. 

With the rapid rise of air drones 

In the skies,

It's tougher to go alone; mainly us girls.

Damn your inventions; you have nothing left safe,

Neither our fields, flocks, forests 

Nor our privacy.

See, cyber space this unfair trade have put all

Us into a stress state; and then the Tailor replied

to blond Beauty " I understood all, the wool

Shawl that you wore, is indeed your pride. 

Now it's  pulled off by the bush hawk,

From the class of cloths; and what nature

Gave us free, has shook off the stars, 

The greater knows better his unseens,

O shame! how dare you steal our divine gifts,

Kind girl ! you trust on, he must guard....