The word attraction
Is a big contradiction
To the present person
Deficit of the passion.
Once it used to be glory
When looks were a worry
With the mirror curious of the fairy
And it all changed with a ‘sorry’.
Now none remains the care
Even if wrinkles are there
And skin no more fair
Or shabby grows the hair.
Now there is no bother
For any insignificant other
Because my earnings are my feather
And her blindness may stay till she is a mother.

-- Bismay Mohanty