Would wrap herself in a
Two-meter saree.
She'd pull up the Ghungat
At my instance and
Respectfully give up her
Last name to get mine
Gracefully.
And she'd worship me.
Toil in the kitchen day n
Night coughing-
Make me rotis on a
Chulha as they'd not be
Tasty on the gas.
The right tea and
Hot water at a precise
Timing every morning.
Body massage at will
And all the other free
Services one can avail
With a marriage.
We shall have a son who
Would hate me for being
Unfair to his mom.
I'll not waste my time in
Justifying my acts-
He'll have to tolerate it all.
Live up to my expectations.
Study hard to become
A corporate slave and force
Himself into a marriage
With the girl I chose.
Maybe he can carry all
The soreness to stop
Looking me in the eyes.
He should have at least one
Victim card to play-
Can always go on about
How unfair I was.
I hope he'd teach his son
How to treat his wife.
The tradition of toxicity
Should go on and on.
The masculinity should
Thrive. Chauvinism is
A fetish one has to
Aspire for.