My queen of queens Cheetah stands by her scooter
and lifts her helmet and looks around it
and peers in calm with her constant looks at me,
watching her from the bus with awesome eyes.
Cheetah is fearless to ride on her scooter
in a careless speed with eyes 'round marvelling!
She is womanly in her looks and charms
but manly in her actions and manners.
She prefers to speak, move and sit with men.
An impromptu speaker on all the topics
even on the fake saint of the Kailash isle,
and spends her earnings to beautify her hairs.
The arrogant bulls in office become the tamed ones
and when she raids on them with amorous moves, no one shuns.
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I would like to translate this poem
Cheetah is fearless to ride on her scooter in a careless speed with eyes 'round marvelling! She is womanly in her looks and charms but manly in her actions and manners. Wild animals are frightening!