My languorous body

The perched birds chirps, before my alarm yells

I walk down the pebbled ways, the fallen leafs creaks,

I am weighted

I see, people

All I observe, bellies in big, small, flat

I way all

every day I cross a gym

Steel frames, steel nerves

Big window glasses, through which they mock

My eyes registers, that silver haired lady

In crew-cut and shot pants, sodden in toil

Machos lifting, face cringing and muscles crying

I eye my paunch, safe under shabby shirt

..so buttery toned

“you shame me” I silently say

And I happily pass by

                                                     -Roop K.Nath,1^st November 2017