Was this the face upon which, <br />Beautified innocence danced and danced? <br /> <br />How looks gazed, riveted untiringly! <br />The black lashes cast glimmering shadows, <br />In the dark deep blue glassy eyes; <br />As the reedy tufts along the banks, <br />Do while throwing wavering reflections, <br />In the unpolluted azure deep lake. <br /> <br />How frantic heart urged to explore, <br />Plunge into the depths, to be lost, <br />Never to be found, to endure the pangs. <br />The black curly locks eclipsed, <br />Enchanting more the broad fair forehead. <br /> <br />The words slipped from the tender lips, <br />As do the dews from the blooming roses, <br />When the breeze shakes them gently, <br />Like beads they dropp one by one. <br />And as the dancing waves do travel, <br />Spread smiles onto the smooth cheeks. <br /> <br />Ah! What a horrible change brought, <br />Imperceptible feet of the passing decades, <br />Trod trampling the stage of beauty. <br />The deep creasy wrinkles seem to us, <br />As a dull furrowed farm of Autumn. <br /> <br />The cloudy eyes with spots of cataracts, <br />Pouring out fluid full of disgust, <br />Teethless gums behind the withering lips, <br />Dribbling mouth from both the corners, <br />Flesh hanging down like loose sleeves, <br />White worn out hair as brittle juty fiber, <br />Present catastrophe, inevitable, bare, <br />Which is forsaken in the days of vigour.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-change-2/
