A Tummy

A Tummy
P K Routray

Belly is bulging out,
Belt failed in the bout.
The belt challenged with authority,
out of owner’s concern for beauty
but it had to surrender meekly
stepping down from its hold much swiftly.
The hole on the belt changes frequently its spot,
after every month a new belt longer in size has to be bought.
When the size out grows the availability in market
the manufacturer has to tailor-make another new belt.
The belly must have started its growth
from childhood with cake, candy, butter so on and so forth.
Not able to see his knee or toe,
the man must have been at many times serious of a vow,
to fast often, to avoid fatty food and to visit daily fitness center,
but fails to keep his promises on some pretext or other.
The wrath of fair sex and advice of doctors were falling in to his deaf ears,
the sight of food and beverage instantly fuels his appetizing fires.
The tongue being the king of his being, make the man a slave,
ignoring the apprehensions of fun and fear the man is made a knave.
The cockroach, lizards may find warm place under his tummy to stay
the cozy and cool dark place there refuses the entry even to the sun’s ray.
While walking, the belly dances with majesty
oscillating to and fro, left to right , a real scene of fantasy.
The fashion designer has to design a net in future,
to hold the tummy fixed to its place not touching the toe under.