It turned naked
all of a sudden.
In small, very small sequences
men turned naked.
And once naked
it doesn't require a parlor
even a Tantuja Sareeor Vimal Suitings.
No ointment or tricky facial
evena pair of specs
orashaking like trees.
Menturnednaked
without a n y efforts.
In small,very small sequence
even desires, selfishness and
with the mild kick of jealousy
it turned naked.
I kept myself away from
such naked souls and thus
my neighborhood
turned more comfortable
day by day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thoughtful and philosophical musing. Thanks.