When I was of twenty one
I met a beautiful Marathi girl
At Bombay VT railway station
She had welcomed me with a smile
It was neither a ‘Botox smile'
Nor the Duchenne one
It was the natural smile of a sweet sixteen
With marvelous Cheek-dimples
The smile was more than a kiss …
It had stopped my breathing for a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem