I do not know for how long I am standing here, alone all by myself All are shamelessly coming and going just in my front, to and fro and fro and to I can not help It is their fault.
At times somebody stops Looks at me askingly,perplexed, and casts a giddy frown nose curled eye brow upped? I can not help It is their fault
I can not understand The passersby's wantonness the scandalous carelessness their sheer idiocy What to me that's their fault
Finally some vagabond hurtled to me with impunity asked me why my dress is no more my body is bare the hair disheveled the chest bone is nakedly visible I exclaimed, looked to me more closely, intimately Is it to be ashamed of? After all it is not me Not at all I swear It is their fault