WHEN WOMEN MASQUERADE: a sonnet

WHEN WOMEN MASQUERADE: a sonnet


When women masquerade as men they think
That they have gained a hand against the men.
But what they need probably is a shrink.
Loss of womanhood is an ill omen.

Equaling men in calling dirty names,
Challenging them openly in duel,
Rubbing shoulders with them in raucous games,
Are all, on feminism, a joke cruel.

Let not women overlook this truth then,
That men are brusque, women gentle and sweet.
If they want to earn the respect of men,
From masculine vile traits they must retreat.

What wins a man’s heart is delicacy.
Shed confrontation, use diplomacy.


M C Gupta
2 April 2009