The Enigma of Womanhood

vikas chandra

When I made you a mother, had I ever known?
Whose heart I’d suckle, for a man to become
Is still the same woman, bred-in-the-bone!
My sum of motley quests, for ages to come

Weren’t you, the same woman, that nubile lass?
Who stared thru my nerve, dared me to fall
For the sin of your love, my sweet impasse
“Your manhood’s, meant to be, my womanhood’s haul!”

My obligation then, my better half, No! But so, they say!
The same woman now, who keeps my dough, my DNA
And obliges to be, my ego’s, my failings’, waste bin
Though clasps on, your chutzpah, my manhood’s chagrin!

Stands out, last, but not least, your brusquest avatar
Stark woman, who struts thru, machismo’s abattoir
Same spirit is a whore’s, which a mother’s withstood!
Undying creed of yours, The Enigma of Womanhood

© 2016 Vikas Chandra

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