As she remained a spinster in life
Nicknamed a beauty queen in town
Always a subject of curiosity and talk
Equally among the teachers and students
For her beauty, mannerism and attire.
Passed school and graduated
In education and life as well
After so many eventful years
It was just a sheer chance
While sharing reminiscences of past
Someone said she lives in the same city.
Nostalgia took me to her house
She was now around eighty
All alone in her old age
And sick with a host of diseases
No trace of her erstwhile beauty
Looked more like a wrinkled mass
Of waning flesh on a skeletal frame
With some stress on memory
She was able to recognize –
The adolescent turned a mature man,
Overwhelmed I stayed a few hours
To offer my reverence, regard and solace.
Totally shaken with grief and pain
That evening I returned back home
I wonder if this is the ultimate nemesis
Irrespective of a woman or a man
Of the senile and decaying body mass
That represents beauty, manners and style
Why many of us are so madly in love with
At a particular phase in our life…!
Often while craving for the body
So mortal, freak and fragile
We remain ignorant of the beauty of soul
Which is ageless, immortal and pure.
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