Doiboki's version (Reply to Doiboki by Neetu Das)

Ladies laugh at me
Children gasp
They are schooled to see otherwise

Men pulled out cameras
I looked away
A photographer followed me
My hair, my betel-splitted lips
May sagging breasts
Made good money, he said

He zoomed on my wrinkles
He made my pallu fall
When he asked me to look down,
I cursed him till his mouth dried

I called him a dog
Lifted my pallu
Held my head up
And walked away
To a world of dogs.