Why care so much,
An old age wrinkled face,
Dry and shrinking skin;
Skin is just a tan cloth,
Shrinks as size of soul,
Widens broad;
They figure out you,
Seeing face and physique;
But once snoop into heart,
Start saying,
Still heart is young;
© sadashivan nair
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