Till 68 I did not ever use it
Always walked out in the rains
Or, continued walking without umbrella
On the Marine Drive,
In the Priyadarshni Park on Nepean Sea Road,
An extension of the Warden Road.
Now I don't want to add trouble to wife
By catching cold, sneezing etc
And so been taken to Amarsons shop
By Anil having seen my wife go there
Searching for a rain-coat for herself.
I waited to buy a small one for men
But ended up buying a larger
Maroon-colored one.
The cold rain drops on my arms exposed,
On the leg, between the shirts and skin
Sexily chill, while swinging my arms
And out of the range of my umbrella.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem