Written by: Girwan Paudyal - 21107, Grade XII
Posted on: 22 September, 2020
Unto it I looked and inside I saw-
Senses of bitterness, happiness; emotions raw.
It changed and formed on a whim, an indefinite label,
Clearly distinguished, yet never same, never stable.
I once saw a man and into his face I looked,
Anger and resentment I saw, unhinged and crooked.
Into a baby’s round face I looked,
Innocence and exploration, queries it cooked.
My eyes once were laid upon a dying man.
I took his hand, told him he did as much as he could.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, his face turned slack,
As blank as a white sheet; emotions though-went black.
A perfect mirage, a deadly weapon, a liar’s tool;
Careful, for who doesn’t know Janus is a fool.
A carefully crafted façade, feigning truth;
Distorted expressions served by a cruel tooth.
A face is a book open to the one who can read,
Yet it hides secrets, caution one must heed.
An output of emotions, a relief to mystery,
In faces, we remember our and others' history.
