There sleeps the kind face,

soft tenor amidst obliging wrinkles.

Stern faces don’t lie,

albeit daring or dubious,

the cause is rare.

confused souls are easy,

but is it temporary upheaval.

surrounded by fear,

cowardly faces dare not stare.

pride does go before a fall,

as vain looks dont dare beneath.

The murky mean must surrender,

glances at every step.

The wordly masters have faces that kiss the air,

but frost at every bite.

Hideous normalcy reins on her,

as she weakens before glory.

The evil eye cannot stir,

not even when sky falls.

But, how i search for vacancy,

in eyes,

in face,

in studious stupour.

There lies the truth,

mark my words,


unleash my hidden face!