Too Late Poem by Kamlesh Kamal

She possessed a subtle charm
her pulchritude was envied
pleaseure was the chief good
she thought; and
she got many to appreciate her
Her outlook and her hedonism
No one had the with to gaze inside.
Time showed its effects
her youth was at dusk
as she grew cadavarous
showing her soul out which
she always hid behind
that pulchritude
That was dirty they thought
As she sought

As she sought to make some queries
as she sought them to be at her obsequies
but alas it was too late
They all had left.