Forty Plus Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

In the march of life
A man comes in contact of many women
Of different classes, different natures
From teens to forty plus
Each one looks like a rose from outside
But practically they are not so
Some are really red roses,
Beautiful, attractive, pleasing ….
Both from inside and outside
They influence men
By their sweet fragrance
And take their partners into heaven.
But majority are like onions
Each one appears like full moon
Covered with layers of fine cloth
When a man uncovers her
to enjoy the lunar beauty
Gets pungent smell, becomes strange
And bursts into tears.
He realizes from experience
The beauty of a woman does not locate
In her face, figure or arts
It's found in her soul
And reflects in the eyes.
A beautiful woman is always
daring and caring
And loving too
The beauty is found in her nature
In her manners
It starts growing silently inside her
From the teen age
It develops in a slow process, steadily
Like the moon it gets shape gradually
Day by day, year by year
And matures when she is forty plus
Here she is most beautiful
From outside and inside
From heart and soul
And from the angle of sex
At forty plus a beautiful woman
Is sweeter than a sweet.