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.