I do not like my face any more
When I happen to look in the mirror in morning
To groom myself to toil for living,
I find now a Debilitated, repelling face
Haggard , wrinkled, shorn of its earlier gleam.
I wonder, what happened to it in such a short time
The two bright eyes now sunken deep in their blackened sockets
And criss cross lines stamped on the widening forehead.
A sinister shadow looking back at me from the depth of the mirror
To my horror and regret, how Time wrecks the beautiful things
Adorning the spirit of the universe!
Some time ago, how right and nice was every thing,
Looking so bright and gay.
A smart, attractive and inviting feature
Before the metamorphosis happened
And thus brought about the doom of things,
Now I am leading a vegetating life
Awaiting the end of my self as is the custom of the world!