She stood dressed in green
Twinkling bells of light, bright, dark green
And the soulful singers fluttered around 
Voicing songs of joy and happiness
Then suddenly she shook me
Stark in her   nakedness
Shorn  of her green dress
The songsters  disappeared 
Was she part of Femen 
Was she a member of an aggrieved party
Was this deliberate 
This shedding, this unclothing
Or was this seasonal
Or inflicted 
Maybe her beauty awed them
Maybe they wanted to punish her 
Maybe this was  her protest
Maybe she was in subjugation
Standing on the balcony of the fourth floor
I could look her in the eye
But she smiled slyly
A little sarcastically
And I  was dumb.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    