Poetry

With Mirth and Laughter, Let Old Wrinkles Come

O’ life ’tis your time to peep

And dreamt thy life in full sweep

Need not thee to shy or become woe

If yet life offers thee to tickle

Ooze not to see the old wrinkle

But be bold to be boon the ball

To compare thee with brightest star

let not fall from thy fortunate call

Darkness let be doomed with laughter

Brightness be the boon for all

And let old wrinkles come mirthfully.

 

                                                                                  ~Saleem Raza Jakhar (Amar Shaw)

                                                                                       Pakistan

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