The Faded Bloom Poem by Saratchandra Sahoo

When you tear your clothes off
and wind down
on a soft mattress, all alone
in your dimly lit inner sanctum,
in the cool of the night,
you will discover
every titillating part
of your lissome
written in your heyday.

Get all the sonnets together,
you get a slim piece of poetry.

Read between the lines,
and see for yourself
you have lost your looks;
you will feel your age;
you do not feel yourself;
sitting tight;
in a bedraggled nightie;
with a revealing blouse,
with the voice sinking to a whisper.

Recapture every moment
ticked past
filled with the joys of spring,
but to mellow out now
seems a thing of the past.