Wrinkled Treasure
Time has carved
those wrinkles with precision
on that once
flawless beautiful face…..
Embedded in each line
are so many stories……
Each line around the lips
depicts those countless
smiles and frowns…….
Around the contours of eyes
and inside those hopeless eyes
are hidden so many
tears and glances…..
Seems as if time has come to a halt
in the folds of that forehead….
Just take a look at that wrinkled face…..
The beauty of wisdom in it now
surpasses all the beauty it once had…
Indeed a treasure to be treasured….
But we careless beings
leave this treasure
in lonely homes
and in old age homes…….
Remember the loss is ours….
For they have already
endured the chisel of time…….
But it’s we who are yet to
go through that ordeal…
Copyright © Irfana Ali Bhat | Year Posted 2012
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