Freshness is Beauty

Not fresh is she now to her spouse.

She is often put to the disuse,

Much to her disgust and despair,

Beauty quite rusting without use.

Fresh is still she, to other men

And hence appears a beauty

But guarded from any misuse,

Beauty decaying without use.

Fresh to him are other women

In whom he finds fresh beauty.

But he is fretted from straying,

Beauty suffering in prision

Change of things – Beauty strives.

Change of mates – Passion lasts.

21.06.96, Agartala