The Chronicles of a Voluptuous Mind

A Poem by Neha Sharma

As sexy as the vocable voluptuous sounds,

Doesn’t change the fact that you are round,

Some might have avoided saying plump;

Out of civility or afraid of being frowned,

Anyway, you do have on yourself few extra pounds.

Hoarding old clothes in the corners of the closet,

Hoping one day it would fit again;

And with pride you will show off and cosset,

How you wish reality it becomes!

And not just remains your crotchet.

Decking up for a social affair is a tedious hunt,

A frantic search for the perfect outfit;

While muttering a woeful grunt,

Scathing, nasty, and candidly blunt,

Trials and tribulations are constant.

Boycotting junk food is a resolution made every other day,

And yet, the temptation doesn’t let you be at bay,

The scrummy snack unconsciously lets your resolve astray,

And there again, your anatomy is betrayed.

Plans and schedules are made for regular exercising,

Relentlessly in your mind the same, memorizing,

Few days of unfaltering, unflinching physical uprising,

Rest of it, procrastinated leaving you immobilizing.

In this colossal body you feel you are impounded,

But you won’t give up and will be unbounded,

Because as sexy as the vocable voluptuous sounds,

Doesn’t change the fact that you are round.