Sorority The soap sisters drop their doe-eyes Too soon and pretty on the noses, The way

they sniff at their sisters All in the race for big house power High-ceilinged and chandeliered. Creepy music is suited to villainy. As they pull female legs, in music, Around mustachioed landlordism. They are sisters up against sisters. They are now in plush boardrooms In their fight against their sorority All for sons, fathers and husbands Not against male tyranny, but for it. They would even check for stomachs Big with sorority, to finish it all off Much before it will scream in the air. (About woman stereotypes in Indian T.V. soaps)