If i am born again

As a girl

I would Christen me

As Jere



Without going to the nursery classes

I would fib that I've fever

and would apply collerium in my eyes

the whole day



When I walk through

The city with my doll

Close to my *****

With a solemn look

I would peep in to

The camera eyes

Which would revolve

Around me.



Then also,

My best friend

Would be my mirror

In which I often look

Discontentedly.



I would take to myself

Pretending as grandmothers

Talking to themselves



You can write anything

Miss Web World beautiful or

A pretty girl in Webbannor ( the land of Web ) anything.

But

You must not

Alter my name

Jere



It's my prayer

And

It's my life breath

It is the tumult of ecstacy

That iam the only one

Belongs to me.

The slogan of living.



Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere

Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere jere jere

Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere



Iam going to sleep

In sleep also chanting it only.

In sleep also

I fear some people.



Kuzhur Wilson
Translated  to English Roopa Panath