I began to admire the strippers, their unlimited courage.
Every word I spoke ,
was a button opened , a clasp undone.
Oh, I felt so so exposed.
All those faces staring up at me
The poor me, my whole being sweating from the heat of the spotlight.
My arguments revealed my politics.
My jokes outlined my innermost fears.
I realized that to speak was to give myself away
And I decided to shut up and save my modesty.
Doing a pretty good job , am I not?
This work by Rakesh R is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
