I Wore A Frock
This day I caught eye of the mirror
It watched me dressing into a new apparel…
I did hear the laughter everywhere,
Although there was no one visible.
The laughter rose and rose aloud,
Until I felt my ears deaf.
Why did the mirror ridicule me?
What intuition did the mind carry?
Wasn’t what I dressed into today
A well knitted thought from the mind itself?
A hypocrisy of mind!
The mind turned blind.
They do wear trousers, jeans, and shirts too…
Is it ugly what I wore?
If they can try to be in the footsteps of men,
What prevents us to follow them.
The chauvinist men and the stereotypes around
We beget the fruit of our own creation.
The walk through the city was very tough,
Eyes ogling me as if I was a nymph from outer space,
Some men came close only to tease me, abuse me…
The women watched me with astonishment,
The road just came to complete standstill…
I am a man just in different clothes.
Conscious of today’s experience I decided to repeat it again,
I received resistance from my friends and acquaintances alike.
The cacophony of voices beat my eardrums,
The phone calls ringing, the text messages pouring,
All hell breaking loose on me…
Forced to quit the thought, I submerged back into the hypocrisy.