I do not look at damsels' faces anymore.
A guilt overtakes me.
In my younger days
I would make eyes square
in a narcissistic fashion
like looking at a mirror!
I have had my share of adulations.
With hair greying
I want to keep away
from youthful exuberance.
I prefer a quieter existence.
Lest there is some hustle and bustle deep inside,
lest some pain wells up
from some corner of my heart,
I prefer looking away from damsels
these days.
Sunny days are not for me anymore.
Quieter afternoons I prefer.
