DEPRIVED OF BODY’S FITNESS

Photo Credit: Hyde Park Poetry, Thursday Poets Rally week 86

I am waiting for her, a lady-beauty, to meet first,

When evening is emblazoned with flood lights,

The street is busy, cars, taxies, AC, non-AC buses,

Pedestrians make way through running vehicles,

And at the time of meeting in this road-crossing,

One young lady just appears before me, from crowd,

And says, “Madam will not meet you, Sir,

She is frightened; you have such a big tummy,

Odd looking against odd looking, so sorry she is.”

I return home, look at my body in the mirror,

Geometrical figure is not shaped, curved like the very

Alphabet ‘a’ with short legs, not attractive, disgusting,

I cannot control the pant, fitted with belt, not to slip out,

I go to doctor for working out how to shape, to build

A figure with manly curves, muscles, no pot belly,

It is to be a painting work on canvas by an artist.

Doctor just advices,

“You have to take small quantity of meals, two times,

A little tiffin, snacks, all to be nutritious, balanced food,

A cup of rice, veg curry, a lot of fish, salads, one apple,

One pomegranate, to be included in menu, and a little exercise.” 

Most food to be prepared at home, no restaurant food,

Not to eat from foot-path eateries, not to take much

Carbohydrates, only living protein to be eaten in home,

It is not easy to shape body like painting work of artist

Such body I do have immerges into breathing problem,

And it is like calling death before time that bears natural.

I am at a crucial point to break my body’s drowned fitness.