My Bedroom Matter
Woke up with them
Slept with him
Something else with another….
I don’t know why
My bedroom matter has been
Their curiosity!
Blend the body together
The moment of silence
Not related to them;
My palace
My prince
Are just mine only.
They worry about me,
About my shape, about my colour, about my dress........
About my feelings, about my gestures
Why only this much?
They even bother about my
Lip injury, love bite,
Funny talk and so on......
They peep again and again
Scratch themselves
And imitate me, follow me
But still they hate me
Shall I consider it as an honour to me?
My eyes and his eyes blend together
Only two of us know
The conversation
If they look at this with their eyes open
They will understand
What it is
Although
The news of someone's bedroom
Becomes the betel leaf of another’s mouth
Only when their bedrooms turn out to be graveyards!
Man
Man
Can love many
Easily
That’s okay
But love only one throughout life
And then prove that
You are a ‘man’
Kannada Origin: Shobha Nayak
To
English: Uday Itagi
