Could existence be a mere ritual
Of a spectacle in a two yard skin
Between physical and the intellectual
Womanhood is a realm of sublime sin!

On my heart who raised her monolith
Biotic beauty of her flirty form!
Why love be lust’s enduring myth
I find my solace in her cynical storm!

Ain’t a forty ounce brain burden on her being
Lest she need such a big vanity box
Feminism is the farce of disagreeing
With a phallic creed, condemned ‘orthodox’!

A species becomes chicanery of awe
When biology meets cupid’s alchemy
She brazens to death her bedizened flaw
What’s Anat Beyond Her Anatomy!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra