when you see a mystery
you tend to refer to history
to resolve this tension
as part of the mission

however this story
isn't going to be sorry
if a boy in a skirt
can write about skrrt

that is a point
when society has to take a joint
and think about when
it would allow men

to shed their fears
about shedding their tears
and letting womyn decide
to they want to be beside

grey,the colour of a ray
gay,the rest of my day

dress,i won't give it a rest
best,i promise to do at no one's behest

anxiety,not one to bring to tea
piety,and pie tee?

may,the promise at bay
yay,the way to play?

the hollowest congratulations
is a nuanced muffled commiserations

funeral bells chiming alongside
wedding bells fuming during the ride

spreadsheets and graphs
not dictums and Acts
but one thing lies in common
man's pact can be determined by Acts.

are you bruised and battered?
yes mama

are you wounded and shattered?
yes mama

are you tired of the patriarchy?
yes mama

are you ready to stand up to idiocy?
yes mama

are you inspired to seek respite?
yes mama

despite the jeers and the leers?
yes mama

तुझसे नाराज़ नहीं ज़िन्दगी, my heart beat
for it is as smooth as ghee, a resonating beat

व्यक्तित्व क्या, but a comforting malaise made
from products of hay and of stardust,a cosmic beat

जब कोई बात बिगड़ जाये, i don't give a ****
for feelings are like a giant, wits for complete beat

कुछ भी तो नहीं, the sound of one hand clapping
A dialetic pin,philosophy leaves me beat

मेरा दिमाग दर्द होता है, no more discourse
answers missing in the गीता, flat line heartbeat