It behoved me to do petty sacrifices
To those women whose attentions I got,
Without knowing that they have held me
Like a hare running after the carrot.
‘It must not behove a pot to call a kettle black’
16.09.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The title of the poem contains the entire essence of the poem. I love the imagery used in this poem.Rekhamandagere