My boy, close you eyes for a bed time story and feel your granny, your mamma, you bestie and least your little sister, carrying you within themselves. Let the chains of gender never put your mind to fetters...

Never curse me, my boy

My boy! 

Don't curse me.

For I know; 

I always stand-

By my girls.

Their age didn't;

Bother me.

Rather it's their- 

mind that beated;

Along with mine.

Because I saw- 

In each girl,

In each lady,

In every woman around-

I myself, just I!

When-

All looked bold and beautiful.

All looked brave and brilliant.

All looked cool and calm.

But most weren't;

They been made 

-weak and ugly.

They been made 

-timid and illogical.

They been made 

-soar and wild.

But let me not- 

Blame you my boy.

It's never you who did this.

But you been made to-

Do all this.

To make understand-

What powerful animal;

A man is, tied with 

The grace of gender.

Don't curse me.

Because -

I am your mother;

Though I hold tight-

All girls to my side;

Doesn't mean-

I never love you.

Take it-

To all women around you.

There in she, is a 

Mother.

Daughter.

Sister and even

a granny who put 

You to bed, 

With all crazy-

Bedtime stories.

Which-

Made you learn and unlearn;

Man is a powerful animal!

Blessed and cursed;

 with the-

Grace of Gender!

:Parvathy Ramachandran