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.
da,i like this de best among all ur poems i remember.in this there's sumthg tht none of ur other poems hv.nw, i'd call u a poet with confidence.
ReplyDeletesorry,a fw more words.this poem doesnt show ur best skill.u've written better poems in that sense.
ReplyDeleteand when i stood up again,the people had disappeared,
ReplyDeletewith each button undone was the sight which people could not see dare
and when i was done giving the greatest speech i could,naked and uninhibited,all that was there was me and the chairs...
more than a yr,rakesh...ennaach?
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