Of the travails it took, Smooth, pink, soft on arrival, Shining, Glowing midway, Many a eyes followed it, Worldly paths it crossed, Passion, glory that she got, Scars from the dear ones, Pain, Agony written on them. Learning from every inch of them, Talking with them in silence, Old days dancing in her thought In wisdom of wrinkles she rests, Memories of yesteryear cherishes, All coded in those folds of wrinkles. If wrinkles could speak, they would say how age was outnumbered by the same old numbers. #speakingwrinkles #yqparentnaama #whatif #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YQ Parentnaama