By Aradhana Narasimhan
born with a distinct attitude
that goes uphill or downhill or both;
a prominent passion carved in our bones,
that we undress.
some genes of his and hers,
nostalgia of extremities.
as I ponder over these thoughts
my hair turns grey;
the fine lines and wrinkles
all the sorrow and agony that I endure.
but all the way as I wonder
about being younger and older
I am just the same young girl,
looking at myself into the mirror…