Man’s Ego
I am a man, why should I revere a woman? Yet I needed her, for the very breath I draw, And its called "Life." I am a man, I can endure all pain—can she? But I turned blind to her labour of during Motherhood, her monthly ordeal. Shuddering to think: what if my own pride bled so freely? I am a man, and she is a depth I cannot fathom. Yet, why do I yearn to decipher her soul? Tell me—does consciousness have a gender? (From the series of My Dedication to Bala)
