Ageing
Some grey hairs are peeping out.
Wrinkles and crow바카라™s feet are about to sprout.
I am ageing, I am ageing, I am growing old.
But age is what is making me bold.
My arms and legs are becoming weak.
Doctor바카라™s advice I sometimes seek.
I am ageing, I am ageing, I am becoming worn out.
But age is making me aware
of what I want without a doubt.
My body doesn바카라™t work the same way.
I tire out fast at the end of the day.
I am ageing, I am ageing, I am fatigued fast.
But age is making me smarter,
my brain is becoming anti-rust.
Fairness Cream
Why so many creams to make my face fair?
Why don바카라™t they make creams to make my heart fair?
Why don바카라™t they dare?
Fairness cream to make us shine.
Make us beautiful in a line.
Don바카라™t they make creams to sparkle the mind?
Don바카라™t they make lotions to make the heart just and kind?
Fairness cream to make us dazzle.
With a fair face fitting in the jigsaw puzzle.
Don바카라™t they make creams to sharpen our brains?
Don바카라™t they have lotions
to have kindness blood flow in arteries and veins?
Fairness cream to make us glow.
To make us the showstopper in the show.
Don바카라™t they make creams to make our heart accept all?
Don바카라™t they make lotions to help others when they fall?
Fairness cream to make us resplendent.
To make us attractive at every bend.
Do make creams to make a happy heart.
Do make lotions to stop all poison darts.
Ageing Is Fun
Years are being added to my life.
A doting mother and a devoted wife.
The days of hop, skip and jump have gone.
I feel breathless when I have to run.
Negativities which pierced me and hurt me before.
Are just like dust now and I sweep them out of the door.
Good and kind people who help me in need.
I cherish them and plant them in my heart
like a happiness seed.
I am ageing, I am ageing, I am getting old.
But insecurities have fallen off and I have become bold.
Grey hairs are popping up here, there and everywhere.
But no longer am I scared of weaknesses to share.
I wear clothes more for my comfort and style then fashion.
New things I do now with so much more passion.
I try to treasure every beautiful moment of time.
My hunger for goodness has gone,
now I know the good and bad rhyme.
I am ageing, I am ageing, I am becoming old.
But it is a lovely age to understand imitation from gold.
Everything is clear now, all that was vague.
I now can avoid plastic people like plague.
A new type of freedom has set in my mind.
A new type of confidence which is hard to find.
My skin is getting wrinkles and it dries up fast.
But I regurgitate and enjoy memories of the past.
With exposure and experience I am so much more refined.
Different cultures and arts attract me now as they are more defined.
I have become thirsty to learn new things every day.
I want to support and help others in my small way.
All responsibilities coming to an end.
Reaching out like a banyan root and finding new friends.
I want to make all around me happy and to them joy give.
Until death comes I want to always live.
