Aging

 

A Poem by joita shah

 

Reflective

 

I look at myself ,
There are wrinkles on my neck ,
And a sagging cheek.

My eyes still khol rimmed
Are big on my thinning face,
My hair needs dyeing

I often wonder
At the transient body's
Magical power.

I still dress with style.
Blue ,green , black khol rim my eyes,
Earrings still mark me.

Underneath the garb,
My not so rounded body
Shouts,"Look after me".