Wrinkles
I sat in my seat, Staring at the beauty, Who was staring at the window All folded and pretty. That woman, I stared at Noticing deep things, And to myself I thought of many happenings Those knees, now in knots, Once had scratches and boos Of the Playground. Those feet, now swollen, Once were decorated with gold n silver 'payal'. Those arms, now loose, Once flailed away As she played 'horsie' With her daddy. Those nails, now plain and brittle, Once had hot red nailpaint adorning them That hair, now brown and cream, Was once ebony black, Oiled and ribboned, By a mother's caring beam. Those ears, now stretched, Once had long earrings hanging down them, That figure, now under a saree, Was once in a beautiful kurti. Those eyes, now spectacled, Once were 'kajal'- clad. That loving embrace, Once held three kids. Those legs, now stick-held, O...