On Meeting White-Haired And Brown-Bearded Guys, Hair Peculiarly Dyed White And The Beards Browned Magically Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My God, a teenaged fair girl
She is looking old
As for her white hair,
How has it whitened and turned silken?
I pondered over
And I saw her sitting at the bus stand
Waiting to go.

Again, come some day, I met a dark-complexioned boy
At the town square
While crossing it,
He looked robust and young,
But to my awe and surprise
I found his hair peculiarly white-striped
But, O, his beards too browned beautifully.