Stage Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

At the age of fifty,
He is hiding it.
with cosmetics,
colored black beard,
hair dye,
Makeup as a young
Doing the role on times stage.

Fortnightly visit to the parlor,
for his makeup,
Be happy- looking at his own figure
in front of the mirror.

Young age is a fountain,
which must one day dry.
Passed spring,
passed the rain'
Many April and July.
on the birthday- while cutting the cake
it counted only.
Its stage-
Makeup daily for the role of life.
Hide the aging skin,
whitening hair.
Now-a-days only.
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