Be Aware

Don’t fall behind a handsome hero

Who comes riding a hero Honda bike?

Wearing goggles, as you can’t see

 His naked eyes which reflect you

So, be aware, be aware

 Don’t trust him, for he will take you

 Around the city to impress you 

That he’s taking you around

 The whole world, on his bike

 Feeds you with a variety of chats

And chats a lot in those panipuri stalls

So, be aware, be aware

Don’t be tempted at his credit-card

For his creditworthiness

When he proves his life’s security to you

By showing IT BT ID-cards

And knots you with rose garlands

So, be aware, be aware

 

After aborting the child in your womb

He may abscond like king Dushantha

Who had lost his memory of his garlanded wife

In front of his legal wife

So, be aware, be aware

He who visits the wine bar in the evening

Drinks shots of whisky

Plays rummy loses money

Pledges the house, applies for a loan

Sends you to work

He’s a kind of king Nala Maharaj

So, be aware, be aware

In front of near and dear ones

He may pose and oppose those

Who try to dispose of you and declare

That you are his wife and his life

 But within the four walls, he will

Burn you to ashes by always taunting

Suspecting and having blind faith

In his own people's atrocity 

And shed tears in front of front doors

He’s a kind of Shahajan

In spite of aging, increasing his lust

Trying to capture the young girl

By investing capital in her youth

He’s a kind of the father of Kumara Raja

So, be aware, be aware