Man and Wooooman
Eyes pierce;
words penetrate;
countenance corrodes…
pity those tough hearts
of rough masculinity
genuflecting
tender muliebrity.
Just think of poor God
…He dares once in a while
out of Maya-muffle
to eavesdrop His devotees’ troubles.
Got encapsulated in Her
enchanting shell, spell
…the God became a helpless manikin
caught within Her tall
woo-prison walls.
What to say
of frail mortal man;
truly gullible
to sirens’ smirks,
swings, snits and whiffs!
O’ man, O’ man…always gets tangled, wangled
and ‘woman’gled
like a fish in an angler’s net.
Copyright © Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana | Year Posted 2012
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