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
Dairy notes of Miss Web World beauty Jere on an ordinary day
Kuzhur Wilson / Translated to English Roopa Panath