YOUR HAPPINESS (Satis Shroff) Subtitle: The Eternal Seeker You scrutinise yourself In front of the mirror, Want to remain young and beautiful, Clutch your share Of love and happiness. Deluding yourself, Tai-chi or yoga would be preferable, You have eyes Only for younger night creatures As you look ‘em up In their nocturnal haunts. Can’t get rid of This nagging and gnawing cancer Called anxiety. Ah, anxiety The cause of premature ageing. Sleepless nights, Insomnia. A younger partner and viagra, Is the road to distress. Your psyche, Your looks might improve fleetingly. The aerobics, facials, Ginseng, anti-wrinkle creams, The bio-diets won’t get you there. Your platysma betrays your age, The folds of blubber above fifty, Under your belly too. Pretence in front of the mirror, With dimmed lights, In front of others, Proves you’re still vain. Ah, younger blood, Vampiric connotations, Can’t give you the elixi
