Buddha’s handkerchief!

Looking at the old face
Of my grandfather,
Wrinkled with those countless long  lines  
So discomfort I felt once !

And asked him that one day.

‘‘Those long lines
Is the winning history of battle
Of my life !

Oh ! My dear
Have  you not heard about that handkerchief?

Narrated by Buddha!

Every dot of my lines is
My struggle of  opening each  knot
Of that!’’
Replied he.

Alas ! What a fool am I !
Could never grasp those words
Till this day!

Time is running out
While being breathless
In the fierce current of the river
Of my life !!