Lines in my skin deeper they race,

Mistake them not they are wrinkles on my face…

Reminding me of the innocence I lost in my childhood,

These wrinkles give me the beauty within, to which never I gave importance that I could…

Arrogance of my teenage has mellowed down,

These wrinkles remind me of the lectures of life that I passed now…

Responsibilities I have given to my younger generation,

These wrinkles smoke the feeling within that only lead to frustration…

Stories I narrate to the grand children, secrets to them I whisper,

These wrinkles are the reason for all that I remember…

Harsh words it may sound, in fact that is my love,

These wrinkles have cleared my mind, releasing me of all doubt…

Stubborn and adamant I became, maturity I treasured of it I got rid,

These wrinkles time and again tell me, Im no longer a kid…

Dwelling in my past I smile and cry,

These wrinkles come with memories that make me live but I can only try…

Wealth no longer excites me, its for people I crave,

These wrinkles have hinted my death and now I am more brave….

Now I wake up and see the mirror, I realize my time has come,

Spend my remaining days hoping I made people happy if not many.. but some…!