I like the perverted youths
for they let me take their seats in crowded buses
as they are being sickos prefer to stand
and make for the girls.
I like the crazy youths so much
for they hang on footboard of the trains
seeming courageous before the girls
and leaving me to lie down on their seats.
I like very much the magnetized youths
for they carry the girls to star-hotels
and feed them with chill creams and food
and make the business dynamic.
I love so much the ducky youths
for they don’t visit the library
to disturb me by joking aloud with the girls.
But they take Xerox copies of books.
I don’t hate the bright youths
who would rather go to the States and earn
than hang around the shysters here.
But they haul up the cost of housing plots here.
I applaud the genial youths so much
for they mail bundles of greetings
during the festive seasons and ‘days’
and make the postmen carry like mules.
Why should I hate the daring druggies?
After all they break open doors,
kill the oldies and steal the show
instead of spilling glorious blood on the borders.
I amaze at the business-minded youths
for they don’t grow beard or commit suicide,
when they are jilted. It does not behove them
to be sorry as they do not love a love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem