Plump, Creased And In-Between Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

Life's water leaks drop by drop.
How I wish It would stop!
When the last drop will fall,
I have to answer Death's call.
Bathed, shrouded, buried in ground
Alas!nobody will be around.
That is the basic law of Nature
That is not changed by a creature.
Certain things are in my hand
While I breathe on this land,
While I am young and smart,
While I can win any heart,
While my face is shiny and plump,
While I can choose or dump
Any man I see around me
And be naughty, happy, free...
But when I get a creased face
Lose my beauty,appeal and grace -
Which I call '' In-between time '':
Neither so old, nor so prime.
I still can get a few devotees
By using cosmetics Chinese.
However, in my very old age,
The most painful life's stage,
When all cosmetics are in vain
No devotee, no lover, no fan.
With old body and naughty heart
Even ordinary men, I get not.
And, my life would seem hell
There,I can very happily tell:
The stories of my prime youth
Based upon the facts and truth.
My hellish life will turn sweet
Till Death comes me to greet.