Face

i saw fear and love,
in the fold of wrinkles,
eyes filled with tears and a  strange sparkle,
and a face with a hollow smile..

dirty, torn lines of hand which the eyes can see,
like its  still waiting for something to happen,
then seeing the knot in the loose end of saree,
like it has the story of lifetime in it..

in the shade of some memories,
like a life is going on,
in the frame of present,
the window of past are opening,
remembering something the eyes are filled with tears,
like the drops of dew are present on the glass,
eyes filled with tears have pain now,
and the face has a familiar smile on it.

Translated by: Sameen Fatma