Wrinkles
One Sunday on a lazy afternoon
Was Ironing a shirt
For there was nothing, else to do
As I moved the press casually across
Saw wrinkles disappear in a flash
Nothing new, been watching the same
For years, since I have learned to press
Yet the way the cloth, smooth it left
With a single move, across the surface
Left me wondering
Could it do the same
To the wrinkles that life
Had gathered over years
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
If only it was that easy.
Yes. That’s not easy. But we as humans always tend to hope against hope.
That’s true and perhaps necessary for our survival