I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,
It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,
Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,
From where the drops could anytime fall.
She was a beauty of yesteryears,
I heard the people say,
Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,
In its own gracefully skillful ways.
The youth and the elderly have a beautiful relation..
As if the lightning and the rainbow are together, on a vacation.
The magnificent gray has all the colors it has earned..
And the bright junior, for all the attention has yearned.
Together they make beautiful blends..
The amalgamation always leads to a charisma that never ends.
She helps to make tunes melodious, she says..
To me, she herself looks like an unsung song..
The strings of her heart are so well composed..
She is calm, poised, fragile yet scrupulously strong.