My Turn To Be A Hero, A Film Artiste, A Cine Star Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I too want to be a hero as no less than a hero look I,
You just give me a pair of sunglasses,
Yea, I mean the dark glasses
Or the photo-chromatic lenses
With the stylistic golden frames,
A small comb and a small mirror that I have in my pocket
And wherever go I, keep I in
And combing and looking my face.

For to a be a hero and to be specific about my career
I have tried to collect in
The dress materials and costumes
Worn by people from time to time, generation to generation
Changing with taste and availability
And I go about wearing,
Dressing and going
The olden-age fashion designer stuffs.

Please and thank you, that have I learnt from nicely,
Bye-bye, ta-ta from the Westerners,
Face cream and powder,
Scented hair oil and perfume,
Hair-setting,
All these too give me a figure,
The necklace, one bangle and finger-rings
Ready to add to the sparkle.

Sometimes in white kurta and pyjamas,
Sometimes in khadi clothes,
Sometimes in silk kurta and cotton pyjamas,
Sometimes in the jeans and a T-shirt
With the goggles
And a cigarette on the lips,
I shall move about,
Smoking and smiling sometimes.

For kurta and pyjamas,
The in-shirting will not be good
As these loose attire,
But for the jeans and T-shirt
It is better to do in-shirting
With a buckled belt on the midpoint
And the boots shining black or brown creaking
And I going as a gentleman.