battling every second of decay
etched across the contours of this face,
my perception has gone skewed.
I meet them head on
with complete weapons:
an anti-wrinkle cream,
a moisturizer
and
sunscreen,
mixed with self-esteem
sealed in a jar.
some are stored in syringe..and some just a splash of mud :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
battle of every second........nice thought out! ......10+