Look Beyond My Visage

By Lavina Dsouza

They notice my wrinkles & fine lines

I ask them to look into my heart sometimes

They notice my blemished face

I ask them if it is a sign of disgrace

They tattle about my thinning grey hair

I ask them if there's nothing else they care

They mock at the colour of my skin

I ask them if it is a grievous sin

They don't notice every wrinkle has a story to say

They don't notice the toil behind every strand of grey

They don't notice the kindness behind my furrows

They don't notice my blemished face has had its share of sorrows

By Lavina Dsouza