An old face has its own tale to tell
photo by stockresearch52
Silent space on my
Forehead wrinkles
Tweets
tiny details of my life’s
Kingdom of experiment
with truth and gratitude.
It is not my life’s vintage point
To click in your camera.
Nor it poses the picture of
The short duration
Attraction of a rainbow.
It reflects the musings
Of a face with a mind
Over eighty long years
without make up.
My wrinkle lines
are not the app store
That you are looking forward
To download
for fun and over sharing
like garbage
With your friends
Ignoring the sustenance
of life’s lessons every day.
Don’t gaze into my wrinkles
With breathless wonder
To know what it is?
It speaks my life in silence
It echoes the melody of my
blissful thought.
It speaks of my life’s symphony
On experiment with truth.
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