Old age creeps in as strings of gray hair develops.

Wrinkles has now become like signatures on the face, shrouding the definition of beauty.

Memories of young days when time seemed to be frozen are erased, and
only regrets are born when the mirror reflects thanatophobia from our eyes.

Hoarse voices have now turned into noises for the youth since they lack wisdom...

Gone are the days when we used to hold hands and gaze with one eye at the big silent round yellowy moon rising above the horizon...

Gone are the days when we held and controlled the world with love.

Death now sniff and sniff at my feet while my mind constantly play your flickering face out of fear...

Terrified of dying alone I wet my wrinkled face with tears everyday.
© ABDULLAH GOFA