Woman Is Conditioned To Be A Feast Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Woman Is Conditioned To Be A Feast
Those rapacious eyes of men,
As they are in and around,
Over my curves and contours,
I detest not and repels not,
Rather would prefer them
And yet choose to ignore,
Set to fear the tongue of scandal.
I am content to be a feast.
Those rapacious eyes of men,
Much in for-aught-I-mind,
Nevertheless have their food.
Man lives on his eyes;
Woman lives from his eyes.
29.10.2002, Chenn
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