WRINKLES

The intellectual era of my thoughts ends
As my heart takes a strong step
To free my mind off its thinking burden,

My heart senses the burden of my thoughts
Through the crazy lines that run on my forehead
And hence, it plans to let my mind rest.

But again, my mind is sharp
And senses that this is not the solution
For the wrinkles on my forehead
Reflects my hardships and wise decisions.

Thus, this is the first battle
Which my mind wins without any strength
As to the earlier battles were heavily armed
Unlike this one
Since my heart had only my crazy lines to talk about.