Between the Truck and the wall
A little crooked gap is there in all
For you, to tighten your loin-cloth!
Inside your pants, you wear it
Whose background is known to me,
Brood not, about that!
Whilst you tighten your loin-cloth
Watching you, is a street dog
Out of sheer fear, you kick it off!
Oh! The dog becomes an old actress
And there she runs in the road across!
You don't bark
But checking for some men
Go searching the mast of a street lamp
Thank you, my dear friend
Go ahead, tighten your loin-cloth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The loin-cloth covers dignity in the crooked gap of social interface.