FACE LIFT

Written by: KUTTAN MURUKESAN

FACE LIFT

“You need a face lift.” Said the surgeon, his voice planned soft. He can’t be wrong as he is proficient He’s well counted, for he is efficient. “Get rid the jowl, your skin saggy; Cut out the wrinkles, will look pretty, Can offer you a full or mini Will add value to your money. Go brilliant, graze pastures new, Get assured with youth renewed …… ….. ….. ….. ….. …. …. …” True, but. Falling leaves of withering autumn weather Flakes of frozen dreams in snowing winter Blooming herbs as if budding hopes ever Kept lullabies for the infants born never On your blackened lips a doting kiss that falter Like a due trembles on the petal tender, In the bedroom tinted with frosted despair Half lit pub room where bass notes thunder Fumes of crack to which vanity surrender Torn off pages of existence lost for ever, Oh dear! Tell me, Where will I find my face, my face, to perform The lift?