MY PENIS
Hey, you,
The torchbearer of Machoness,
The epitome of Masculinity,
Why is it everytime that you arouse in me the eternity of testosterone?
Everytime I see sexually aroused boobies and booties,
which is quite naturally or artificially distinct from one another;
Fantasising every pornographic position through that small gap between the chest,
Which dictionarily defined as Cleavage,
And normally as in day to day...Ssssh!... don't say it... it's a Taboo;
Thanks to the visionary visualisation of my 52 megapixel human eyes as I have searched in Google,
I can see anyone naked even through that full clothed Burkha;
Oh, you, Reader, might be wondering,
Whom I'm taking to,
If you have guessed it right and seeing by the title,
Yes, I was having just a normal and a regular conversation with my Penis.
I'm privileged,
That I was born with the perfect sounded penis,
As I grew, it grew with me,
Along with it the socially constructed notions and potions of my identity,
Reflecting through the size of my penis,
That no one has ever seen,
Once I hit the puberty,
Still everybody got the upper hand over my gender identification since my birth;
I was 'Abhishek' with the societal norms of my manhood,
To flaunt and sprinkle on every womanhood,
Alluring my male ego to accept that it's all in all.
Now, jerking off to every preconceived notions in my soul mind,
Ejaculating semen from every sexual lesson learned through my favourite pornstars and porn sites,
That the government can't even banned;
1.3 billion Indians,
More than 3000 castes and sub-castes,
More than 500 tribes,
Having most of the religions of the world,
29 States and 8 Union Territories,
Rank 2 in highest population,
Rank 5 in GDP,
And still my science teacher skipped the chapter 8 of the NCERT Science Book.
My society tells me to look for the perfect and the purest vagina,
To insert and cover the tip with the holy blood stains,
As the testimony of an original certification of a pure soul,
And the stamp of it is the bloated belly with the XX or XY or XXY;
Consumers waiting outside for the genderization of the product after 9 long awaited months,
Bidding at the auction of 'Ghar Ka Chirag'
(Disclaimer - only for male child);
"Then, bro, what about the female child and if there is anyone from LGBTQIA?"
"Error 404...Answer not found...Censored by 1.3 billion shy and shame present in the nose".
I'm the 21st century youth,
I got my veins of revenges upon the society,
For telling me lies, after lies, after lies, after lies,
Putting me under the shade of patriarchal delusion and having the illusion and hallucination in front of the mirror,
"What a Macho! what a Macho!";
Yes, I'm a man now,
Yes, I've crossed 18+,
I don't have any manly part of the body - big muscles, big abs, no big mustache,
Yes, I'm dark brown,
Got many pimples on my face,
Have lots of hair all over my body - my hands, my legs, my underarms and my penis too,
I don't have a perfectly sounded socially constructed manly body,
And yes, I'm comfortable whatever is there behind the clothes;
My favourite colour is blue, but still I have a pink uniform,
I do cry everytime, I have also a mind and a heart too,
I proudly claim that I have more female friends than males and they're very dear and close to me,
I have played kitchen-kitchen and made dolls in my childhood,
I do more household works than my mother,
I can cook good food and clean all the dishes,
I don't like dirtiness, I want everything clean and tidy,
I don't feel shame and shy to wash my mother's blouse and panties,
And I still do help my father in his manly works;
Now, I kindly request to all the contractors and moral police brigades of the society to judge my Gender,
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢❓"
The torchbearer of Machoness,
The epitome of Masculinity,
Why is it everytime that you arouse in me the eternity of testosterone?
Everytime I see sexually aroused boobies and booties,
which is quite naturally or artificially distinct from one another;
Fantasising every pornographic position through that small gap between the chest,
Which dictionarily defined as Cleavage,
And normally as in day to day...Ssssh!... don't say it... it's a Taboo;
Thanks to the visionary visualisation of my 52 megapixel human eyes as I have searched in Google,
I can see anyone naked even through that full clothed Burkha;
Oh, you, Reader, might be wondering,
Whom I'm taking to,
If you have guessed it right and seeing by the title,
Yes, I was having just a normal and a regular conversation with my Penis.
I'm privileged,
That I was born with the perfect sounded penis,
As I grew, it grew with me,
Along with it the socially constructed notions and potions of my identity,
Reflecting through the size of my penis,
That no one has ever seen,
Once I hit the puberty,
Still everybody got the upper hand over my gender identification since my birth;
I was 'Abhishek' with the societal norms of my manhood,
To flaunt and sprinkle on every womanhood,
Alluring my male ego to accept that it's all in all.
Now, jerking off to every preconceived notions in my soul mind,
Ejaculating semen from every sexual lesson learned through my favourite pornstars and porn sites,
That the government can't even banned;
1.3 billion Indians,
More than 3000 castes and sub-castes,
More than 500 tribes,
Having most of the religions of the world,
29 States and 8 Union Territories,
Rank 2 in highest population,
Rank 5 in GDP,
And still my science teacher skipped the chapter 8 of the NCERT Science Book.
My society tells me to look for the perfect and the purest vagina,
To insert and cover the tip with the holy blood stains,
As the testimony of an original certification of a pure soul,
And the stamp of it is the bloated belly with the XX or XY or XXY;
Consumers waiting outside for the genderization of the product after 9 long awaited months,
Bidding at the auction of 'Ghar Ka Chirag'
(Disclaimer - only for male child);
"Then, bro, what about the female child and if there is anyone from LGBTQIA?"
"Error 404...Answer not found...Censored by 1.3 billion shy and shame present in the nose".
I'm the 21st century youth,
I got my veins of revenges upon the society,
For telling me lies, after lies, after lies, after lies,
Putting me under the shade of patriarchal delusion and having the illusion and hallucination in front of the mirror,
"What a Macho! what a Macho!";
Yes, I'm a man now,
Yes, I've crossed 18+,
I don't have any manly part of the body - big muscles, big abs, no big mustache,
Yes, I'm dark brown,
Got many pimples on my face,
Have lots of hair all over my body - my hands, my legs, my underarms and my penis too,
I don't have a perfectly sounded socially constructed manly body,
And yes, I'm comfortable whatever is there behind the clothes;
My favourite colour is blue, but still I have a pink uniform,
I do cry everytime, I have also a mind and a heart too,
I proudly claim that I have more female friends than males and they're very dear and close to me,
I have played kitchen-kitchen and made dolls in my childhood,
I do more household works than my mother,
I can cook good food and clean all the dishes,
I don't like dirtiness, I want everything clean and tidy,
I don't feel shame and shy to wash my mother's blouse and panties,
And I still do help my father in his manly works;
Now, I kindly request to all the contractors and moral police brigades of the society to judge my Gender,
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢❓"
An example of post-modern poetry... Kudos brother
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