Facet - A Few Words

The blank sheets of paper got crumpled;
My words, neither sentences, nor thoughts fumbled.
The world as it was, seemed so jumbled;
Sparkle, sprinkle, glamour and shimmer,
All over my legs, and upon the eyes.
Today, Wrinkles on my face, creases on my forehead rise.

This poem is a part of "Oblivious Randomness", a collection of poetry by Udyan Sharma.

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