Lines in phases

Grand do they look
When I see them on others
Twitching and turning
Displaying naked truth
Of the springs
That ogled the faces
Knotting with wisdom

I cry aloud
‘Am I an exception’
Never
My turn is not far
To flaunt them in style
And be flattered by those lines
Drawn on my face too
After all
I am not a ‘Queenie’

Don’t be in haste
Relax a bit, Time
I am still a juvenile
Of life immortal
I shall wait for your lines
For some more time
To decorate me too
For I am a woman of patience


[Read this piece with an upward curve on your face] :))