wardha jawdat - ....everchanging time....

the arm holes stare
like dumb gaping wounds
at the passersby
the single eye painted
with thick heidi lashes
looks disturbingly unquestioning

the once pretty pink ribbons
frayed and threaded
the waxen curls glistening like
tar caked upon her forehead
her pretty booties
once maybe were pink

she was loved once
she was adored once
she was coveted once
till age ravaged her bloom
and a new passion
supplanted her.

.....the fear that time will rob us of our youth is so real....and the youth of that time will then rob us of our prestige....life is cruel indeed.
inspired by sarwar choudharys' piece...

wardha jawdat

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everchanging-time/