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)