So you stare at this random man and
Announce that his wrinkles are ugly.
His wrinkles are ugly,
His struggles might have been ugly too.
He may be the one who fought on the border for your safety.
He may be the one who masoned everyday
So that people like us have shelters to sleep.
He may be the farmer who strove day and night
For our sustenance.
At last he may be a grandfather
Who took years to build his family.
His wrinkles aren't ugly, my pal,
They depict his struggle,
His years of hardwork,
His earnings,
They are beautiful.
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