Where do you live,
In the dramas
Or real life?
And the drama girl
Saying it not,
Dressing behind the curtain.
Using cosmetics,
Face powder, cream,
Lip stick, collyrium.
And after the dress-up, make-up
She looking like
A pucca heroine.
Standing collyrium-eyed,
Lips lip stick-applied pink,
Cheeks powered and spotted with red spots.
The eyes expressive and dancing,
The cheeks apple-like,
The lips luscious.
The hands myrtle-embroidered,
Scent sprayed over,
Jasmines stuck into the braid of the hair.
They are lifting the curtain
And she is coming
With a namaskar.
Purdahwalli, Dramawalli
With her dance and drama
And coquetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem