You mocked ego’s raised dhoti
A maya of male shame, its hurt.
You spilled laughter on the floor
That pretended to be still waters
A window that opened to the sea
Leading him to ride astride wind.
Wind will come back to get you,
Strip a femininity before blind
A glass when others are clothed
And the veils of laughter 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)