Poem : Dark

Yes, I want to be like that haughty woman who lives at the corner of the street,
Who snubs, who roars, who quarrels, who is not happy.
Abuse is rude but it holds truth.
If you will try to make me go to a room with you, during night, alone,
Be assured, I will kill you,
I will shamelessly pick that dagger up and will keep it under my shirt silently.
Closer you will come, and badly you will fall.
So beware.

Yes, I want to be that beggar who sat with plausible feet under the blanket,
Who cries and demands a 10 rupee note instead of 1,
Yes, I will act likely so you will care,
And I will decoy you if you are not going to stop giving me that poison,
That smoke.

I want to be a drunken failure who is lying on the side of a dustbin,
Who is careless and will not give a fuck,
For what you say, because taking one more lie from you
Is what I loathe, what I dislike.

Yes, I will not be me,
which you will think me to be.
I will put that immortal layer of jaggery on my lip and let you kiss me, my darling.
So beware.