Ghazal-Cosmetic World Poem by Suhas Bokare

Death's resenting lips are smiling with cosmetics
Death's conniving eyes are calling with cosmetics

My ageing's suicidal team is treating me daily
Dying cells are scents of ageing with cosmetics

Real tears have been used to sketch and paint my facade
See-through colors loosely falling with cosmetics

Clowns do trust the words of Death that she'd smile with them
Death painted my smile while dying with cosmetics

Love is seen across the bridge though I was sleeping
Roads have started self-rebuilding with cosmetics