Every time a male
Figurine pops up,
You pull up the ghungat
To cover your face.
That's how women
Uphold family pride.
You go to the kitchen,
Whenever you're sad.
Sit down alone with a
Knife and an onion.
That's how dear,
A lady should cry.
You hide your panties,
Under a T-shirt on the
Cloth-line. Don't forget
To clip them tight.
That's how female the
Underwears are dried.
And as you brood there,
Connecting the dots,
Back to the hypocrisy
Of the tears and
The panties in disguise..
You may as well
Consider the possibility
Of climbing up the ego
Of patriarchy to jump
Down to our self-respect..
As that's how your gender
Should commit suicide.