Sad and hopeful at the same time, Ambarish. I like the metaphor very much. Botox is an expensive poison that camouflages decay, but only temporarily. This makes your words sadly ironical- we try to escape time without any chance to really escape it. On top of that Botox kills life in a face, creating fake beauty. Just like the last words in my poem: freezing it to unwilling standstill…..