Manhood short poem

Today, I will not shift to baritone
Every time a lady calls.

I will not pretend to be watching Formula 1
While my eyes are on Nigella Lawson.

I will help Mrs. Rangaswami across the street
Even while nobody’s watching.

I will not let rage descend
If a little Nano overtakes my big Chevy.

I will not cringe
when my sister asks me to get her
a fresh box of Whisper Ultra XLs.

I will listen to the maid.

I will smell deeply, the aromas of Cerelac
In wispy baby hair.

Today I will be more of a man
And less of a MAN.

Excuse me,
How do I reach Jayanagar 3rd Block?

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If perceptions are right, it’s a poem tailor-made to the late adolescents of Bangalore, the reference to Jayanagar 3rd Block, an indication of being materially inclined at last for happy-go-lucky teeners, but applicable to all age level, of man in every clime. Manhood may be delineated in so many changes, but this here is a delightfully true depiction of the transition. Witty and light verses.