You mocked ego’s raised dhoti
A maya of male shame, his guilt
In clothing that has no hemline,
In a palace that has no flanges.
You spilled laughter on the floor
That pretended to be still waters
A window that opened out to sea
Leading him to ride astride wind.
Wind will come back to get you,
Strip your femininity before blind
A glass when others are clothed
And veils of laughter are lifted.
(In the Hindu epic Mahabharata Draupadi laughs at Duryodhana’s discomfiture as he raises his lower garment to enter an illusory pool in the Mayasabha-starting a series of actions and counteractions culminating in the battle of Kurushetra)