Power Walking

Power Walking


One woman walking with power,

No longer a lady dour

in black, Shaila and Abaya now billow

behind Batgirl and her cowl

careering along the corniche, but

caped crusader she is not.


Forced help lagging behind, scurrying,

Red and yellow sari scooped up,

Eight steps running, three waddling,

Robin resigned to her fate, secretly swigging

the more dynamic of the duo’s

isotonic drink.