Life Poetry
I saw anxiety and love,
Behind the fold of wrinkles,
Strange glow in the wobbly eyes
And on the face a hollow smile,
The eyes looking at the streak of tired hands,
Just like there is still waiting for something to happen,
Then seeing a knot lying there
As if there is a tense of life throughout it,
In the refuge of some memories,
Like a life is going on,
In the current groove,
The window of the past is open,
Some of her eyes were full of thinking,
Like some droplets of scattered dew,
Now there is pain in the wry eyes,
A familiar smile on the face !!
- Image Source - Pixabay
