You painted your forehead, then eyelids,
Then palms and soles, and then nails and Lips.
Tired of all, with an eye for innovation,
You started exposing your belly
With navel therein painted.
Men are able to browse you wider than
Those who lived before.
What about men to come in future?
31.12.2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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