The solitude

Solitude filters you-

The heart and the soul,

Refines you- the thoughts,

And eases you- the emotion

As at that time,

At that time only,

You are yourself.

It is the secret of Sophia Loren

To be a beauty at sixty-five.

28.04.2002 

END OF 2002 YEAR POEMS 
Ended of poems of 2002.
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The middle is the peak

From fifteen to fifty a woman is receptive.

Thirty is the peak when she is in glow.

If you have any reservation, go to a nursery

And see young mothers come to drop their kids.

29.12.2002

Woman’s hypocrisy

No woman feels hurt

When hurled at with a hint

On her hairdo or things worn

When the admirer is of her merit.

No woman is indifferent to any man

When it is one-to-one contact.

Women are more hypocrites.

29.12.2002

A myth after the name

The name and fame you earned

Die when you die or before it.

Your children may hang on

To spread it if it is profitable.

29.12.2002

The belated wish

The couple pride themselves on giving birth to

sons.

That couple had pride in having all sons.

All sons left, having been owned by their wives.

The couple wishes they got a daughter.

28.12.2002

Be aloof.

I fear to ignore one

For he might be later useful.

I fear to endear the other

For he might be a burden.

Either way I am trapped.

28.12.2002