The Waiting Eyes
What if my hairs are frilly white?
And I have loosened my eyesight.
What if my shoulders are not so longer firm?
And I have loosened my activities with the same enthusiasm.
What if my memories are playing hide and seek,
And I have loosened them a bit by bit.
What if my skin is not so shiny and smooth?
And I have got wrinkles all over my body parts.
But, still, I wait for you with the same tears in my eyes,
As I had waited to hold you when you were born in a tiny size.
