Male poems try hard to read into the female poems ' waiting for a slip of guard, fall of prudence, or a breech of caution.
Female poems like Draupadi struggle to cling on to yards and yards of pent up emotions. Like Goddess with many arms they can ward off the evil eyes, impudent views and molesting notions.
The poetic conclave is through with its critique. A gender duly defined, contexts characterized the female poems ' unpolluted, unscathed, continue to retain their susceptible status and endangered distinction.
