You Can't Manage Me Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Blow incapable to break; this stone is not so fragile
Fire unable to burn, this hay is not so combustible.

Now whatever be done do.. O Shyamakadambini…
May plot something new for entrapping, for restraining
Let me say, if you sow me in the evening
Be sprouted a tender sapling in the morning ha ha ha
The branches with blooming flowers swinging shamelessly
If you behead me ha ha ha...
My separated head would sing your song delightfully.
O Shyamakadambini, now whatever be done do …

You can't manage me.. foo foo foo.