Wrinkles Are A Happy Sign!

Elegance with embracing charm of thirties,

And adventure the young skin urges,

Is all a thrill and some kinda fun,

Wrapped in sugarcoated melodies and beach plum!

It isn’t just beauty that speaks about,

But the reminder of youth,

Which fades away slowly with time,

Reflecting wrinkles as the ageing sign!

Yet curiously, the grand kiddie solicits,

Vexed by her granny’s lining skin,

For why does Daadi have those crumples all over,

And innocently demands to get her done the makeover!

Granny to her was her best friend,

Who knew all tears and stood besides,

But what kept her disturbed that entire night,

Was fretting about ouma’s loosing shine!

Worried and anxious,

She decided to seek her answers,

Querying if wrinkles were omen of some bad time,

But discerning the opposite, that they are a happy sign!

“Still, how can they be something delighting?”

“After all, they make you look so dull and low..”,

And questions on questions, she kept constant,

Loving her granny more, ever since then!

Thus far, the oldie fathomed everything perfectly well,

Revealing her offspring,

For its the real charisma of dwindling age,

Transforming a heavenly beauty to a granny that’s savage!