Torn betwixt, two enigmas
His machismo, and intellect
A genius, ain’t different, alas
But a man’s, narcissistic object!
How much we, love to deify
That man, who shook, old conjectures
Yet savored, to objectify
Womankind as, surplus cyphers!
A reluctant husband, householder
Who lost himself, to God’s mystique
Found comfort, in a vain martyr
And conquest, in her, servile streak!
As though the terms, of a hypothesis
Behold masterpiece, of a misogynist
As gripping as, space-time’s treatise
Flawless intrigue, of Einstein’s List!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra