The Beach, The Beast And The Beautiful

Sun is sinking Now the sky is gold And mind is green. A middle aged man dressed like a hippie Slides his hand Within waist of his much young beloved. Does he squeeze them? And here is this widow With plastic lips And plastic breasts, Plants her lips On lips of a young man. How old this man would be? Twenty? Twenty one? Who knows! And water is glowing gold. A gentleman in hat Kisses a lady in hat. Measured cautious kiss. Like kiss of those puppet dolls. Is that kiss? Or exchange of contract? Or exchange of passwords To rob vault of nearby merchant bank? And here is the real kiss. A young boy and a young girl Half naked Kissing cuddling crushing each other While half lying on soft sands. They are aggressively and arrogantly Oblivious of others. And gosh! Hear that loud slurping noise Of their wild kiss! All men and women present here (but teens) Must be cursing themselves Because They have lost that fire. And here is the nerd, Reading a novel While resting his back on huge backpack. And guess what? A young girl comes to right in front of him, Touches her own bra-clad popping breasts And smiles to him. Teasingly. Offensively. What a cruelty to nerds! It's dark now. And that young man there Is half lying on that widow. They must be to something. © Arun Maji