Wrinkles Poem by vijay gupta
Wrinkles
Wrinkles
Full of wrinkles,
With out glaze,
In the crowd of the people
He was struggling for his Survival.
Because he was a laborer
Who lived like a slave in the slum?
He was a youth below forty
But look like an old man.
Do you know the story behind his wrinkles?
Uneffectionate and shameful
Behavior of his beloved people
Was in the root of these wrinkles.
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