Wrinkles
This is a famous a poem by Mirza Ghalib, a famous poet from India.
“Umar bhar Ghalib ye bhool karta raha, chere pe thi dhool, ayena saaf kata raha"
A translation:
Ghalib, all his life, made the same mistake,
Dust on his face, as he constantly tried to shake,
Polishing the mirror, his reflection to forsake.
My adaptation for Wrinkles:
I peered in a mirror, seldom viewed,
Dust streaks amazed, my face subdued,
Cleaning persistently, mirror I cleared,
Wrinkles sharpened as time adhered.
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