You fellows keep looking at my mouth
 as if it is a minefield of diamonds.
Why do I have to say something smart
everytime I open my mouth? 
 Why cannot I just
 swear, 
cry, 
crack stale jokes or 
just yawn? 
Why cannot I just laugh on 
hearing something absurd
 like 'Truthful Lover'
 or  'Chicken Dosa'? 
 Why cannot I just open my mouth
 and say nothing? 
 Why am I not allowed the privilege of
 being a bombastic bore?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem