You fellows keep looking at my mouth
as if it is a minefield of diamonds.
Why do I have to say something smart
everytime I open my mouth?
Why cannot I just
swear,
cry,
crack stale jokes or
just yawn?
Why cannot I just laugh on
hearing something absurd
like 'Truthful Lover'
or 'Chicken Dosa'?
Why cannot I just open my mouth
and say nothing?
Why am I not allowed the privilege of
being a bombastic bore?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem