Obsessed With Navel Poem by Maria Rose

Meet us
We Malloos are the people
Who are obsessed with
Peeping at the navels and cleavages of women
In the shadows of cinema.

See that new girl.
Beautiful isn’t she?
Talented too.
But we haven’t yet seen
Her expressions, but only
Her navel and cleavage
Attractively make upped.

See the innocent homely scenes
Where she portrays
The loving sister who brings up
Her little brother.
She is mother to him.
Tender, isn’t it?
However, her navels and cleavages
Stands for her and do the acting for her.

Her father who toiled
Hard to grow her up died.
The corpse was kept in the drawing room.
We can hear her heartbreaking sobs
Near the coffin.
Tears flow like river
Comes down through
The cleavage and fills her navel.
What an imaginative shot!

Don’t blame or tease us.
We sex starved lot
Let us free our repressions
By peeping at the navels and cleavages
And by making love with the air
In cinematic dances.