My Cosmetic Box
My glossy skin turned rough with patches, Wrinkles blanketing my whole body, Fine lines and laugh lines paved way, My teeth is in a glass jar at night, Smiling all night at naked walls...... My husky voice turned feeble, I search for my eyeglass on Bible, I got a bent on my spinal cord, My nails are not polished anymore, My pitch black hair turned grey, With my skull visible all through my hair..... My hands that were pulsating strong once Are weaker than those of my grandchild, It takes longer time to cross a short way With rickety feet that always want to rest, I no longer have a cosmetic box, Instead a box full of rainbow tablets...... Still my wrinkles yearn for your caress, My naked mouth I open for a smack, With my feeble voice I call your name, With my rickety steps I run into your arms, Stretching my arched shivering hands, I try to straighten my spinal bend, To feel the rhythm of your breath. I am searching for my old cosmetic box, That's filled with colours and smiles.......