Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 29, 2016

The wrinkles of time..~by Akshaya Kumar Das



The wrinkles of time..

Lest how many times you reject,
As a mirror of your mind will never object,

Reflect your exact face,
Though enough of wrinkles drawn on the terrace,

Must be a promise in youth,
Age overshadows the hidden truth,

Look at your eye balls ,
Like cascades the reflections fell,

The tumult in the balls,
The fragmented riverine pulls,

Innumerable wrinkles appear like cracks,
Each wrinkle a page by default on the tracks,

The ravished face of time,
Eternally singing a sorrowful rhyme,

The white hairline,
Telling the story of the spine,

Lest how many years gone in between,
The Mirror not archiving the stages of the cloud nine,
(c) Akshaya Kumar Das 29/4/2016

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