Listen, O masculine one!
Upon the pole of your arrogance,
hoisting the flag of your pride,
planting it on the surface of femininity...
Don't boast of your victory...
Always remember one thing
You may hoist the flag of your authority on my existence...
But beyond a certain depth, the surface
is all mine...
And...
The ability to reach my abyss
is not within this veneer of your ego...
Because reaching my depths
will diminish the size of your masculinity...
Your ego will be hurt...
This will never be acceptable to you...
To reach me...
You will have to become the rain clouds of Ashadha...
Irrigate me with your love-filled water droplets...
The stubbornly closed pores of my surface will have to be opened...
Only then...
will you seep into me...!
The water of love will reach the depths...
Then my soul will be nourished...
By the unceasing showers of your love...
Only then will it be satisfied...
This 'unsatisfaction' of ages...!
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 