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Sep 2010
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
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
kdpgrahi @ 2010
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