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Shobha Nayak’s Poems

  • ಮಂಗಳವಾರ, ಮಾರ್ಚ್ 10, 2020
  • ಬಿಸಿಲ ಹನಿ
  • 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


    The news of someone's bedroom
    Becomes the betel leaf of another’s mouth
    Only when their bedrooms turn out to be graveyards!


    Can love many
    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