I looked into the mirror one day
And alas! It horrified me,
Was the picture I saw, mine?
For a while I thought who it could be…
Oh! The shape of the face has changed a little bit
I moved away and on my arm I hit,
Again I came close to the mirror
Examining now closely the figure,
Upset with the idea suddenly I found
The face had turned square from round,
There were visible lines on the forehead
Which even a baby could have easily read,
There was no shine in the lustrous eyes
I am quite serious; this isn’t the time for lies.
Now the lips, what had happened to them how do I say?
The shape had been ruined and thin now they lay,
None of the dimples were visible anymore
I thought; what would the people now adore?
Moving a little closer I could see
The strength of the hair was not what it used to be,
They were now thin and had no shine
Nothing except the nose was fine.
Oh! Did I say fine?
I am wrong again
I tried to squeeze it but all in vain,
Perhaps this is the day I never wanted to see
But one day or the other Age had to come to me.
What if I have a wrinkled face?
What if time flied at a higher pace?
My inner beauty will always remain
I will enjoy life without any pain.
Puja Wattal
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