Love In This Age? Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Why we are talking silently
Why you are hiding your
Heaving bosoms with the
Edge of your dress
Why do you blush when we
Cross our path to the cold
Spring to play with the
Foams with our feet

Why treacherous heart refuses
To slow down its pace when
My eyes fall on your naked
Beauty in your bath
We talk silently because we are
Over age to this sort of things
The world with its caustic
Mouth says us shameless