The Ever Green Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

At twenty,
Many are pretty,
Youth in prime.

At thirty,
They may carry it,
Youth to the brim.

At forty,
Some remain a beauty,
Hormones in spate.

At fifty,
Rarely remains a beauty,
Lust abating.

Close to sixty,
You retain the beauty,
It is a mystery.

You still tempt me
As you did
At my five and twenty

When you were too
At my age
With your lemon colour.

Is it so ‘cause
You’re still sexy,
Or I, still hungry.

At five and sixty,
Sophia Lauren has fans,
Beauty-care to her aid.

You at sixty,
Are a real beauty,
Under nature-care.

You are to me
Miss beauty,
For the consistency.

Ever be green.
Never be brown.
Aley, the queen.
05.11.99[Aleykutty, a colleague]