Tomorrow will be no different…..

 

(Here I represents male and she represents female)

The dazzling sun has just knocked at my door

She is in a stranger’s bungalow standing near a plumbing fixture cleaning the night’s platter

As she returns, her wet and torn drape does not hide the scratches  of her skin

I still lay down for my morning tea

She entirely prepares for my bath, food and dress

And I say

I am a man who supports a woman….

I come out for work and move on a side walk

I gaze at her with lust, inching her bosom and butt

I leer and sneer without understanding the twilight between humour and vulgarity

I walk with a pride of masculinity while she consumes the horror in silence

And I still say

I am a man who respects a woman….

As sun sets, I booze and come back while she prepares dinner for me

Her inky eyes, shabby hair, well-worn body seems trite and banal

I shout at her for attention while she serves me supper

I beat her for being insensitive and futile, still she prepares herself to quench my thirst

I feel conquered as I sense the state of her powerlessness

As I go into trance she still toils for my survival

And I still say

I am a man who loves a woman

It’s past 12 o clock

She does not yearn for sleep

She does not wish to see sun again

She knows

Tomorrow will be no different.

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