Sometimes when its dark at night,
Deep in my head, you glow bright,
Every such time I wonder as I look
Wrinkles! How can there be none?
I curl into a corner and think hard
Maybe it was 'coz of your kind heart:
Gandhi, Mandela and Teresa as well
They had the folds, Didn't they all?
Perhaps b'coz you were immortal?
But, The angels do magic, you just love.
It can't be 'coz of those miracle creams
None work at all, even in the dreams.
Each of us start out as bright sparklers
Losing all the light in silent crackles.
You slyly hid back your innocent charm
Spring or winter, you simply stay warm.
You gotta grow older to have the marks
You just grew and kept back the sparks.
Cunning as you are,you got me bewitched,
Sorcery it is, I gotta have myself checked.
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