The Bathroom Singer

Behind the closed door

I completely own the floor

Water drops are my musicians

Bucket and mug are my fans…

 

I sing holding the faucet

Bending, twisting to give my best

Never minding the words

Having no care for chords…

 

Oblivious of my nakedness

I dream of beautiful girls' caresses

While applying soap all over

Imagining entire world as my lover…

 

I sing with wild abandon

Dreaming of getting standing ovation

Dancing all over the wet floor

Till an angry knock at the door …