With pumped up muscles
And a well groomed mustache
As he passed by me
I called him from behind
And asked ,
"How do you define your musculinity?"
Because I saw my neighbour
Who beats up his wife every night
to prove his dominance on every matter
they debate over.
Because I saw those males
Who never misses to gaze through
every fibre of my saree,
With their heads high
Without an ounce of shame on their eye.
Because I saw many men
Who hated to hire women
Even though we have proven our abilities.
Because I saw the bruises of my colleague
As she tries to talc it down
Concealing her husband's fury.
Because the news shouts out loud
On every murder or rape in the town
As the culprit twirl their mustaches unapologetically.
Ah!
As my heart cries out loud
On the misery.
I dare to ask you again,
How do you define your musculinity!!