Wrinkles are the measurement,
to show the life's management,
some are very near and deep,
and the rest long and steep.
Wrinkles are the asset,
that get through the experience,
not all those experienced,
never have such twinkles.
The wrinkles which can not be seen,
hidden inside the hard shell,
More the wrinkles formation,
More the knowledge dwell.
Let us see who has more fold.
Einstein or a research assistant,
people with more folds may not know it,
people with lesser folds strive to get it.
Do not let anyone,
to iron out the wrinkles,
with their disillusioned vision.
Let us acquire more in our brains.
hey it is really a nysh imagination... and very well compared must say...! keep it up...! :) :) good work... do read my poems and express your views..! comments/criticism welcomed...!
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Let the brides choose their grooms by scanning and verifying whether there are enough wrinkles on their shells. Beatiful poem! An amusing poet!