The Face

By Deyasini Sinha Ray

There may not be any craze

for the rough and dull face,

but there’s a dignity it hold-

like a 22-karat gold;

which can make a jewellery,

and even remain free.

There may not be any chase

for the brownish face,

but there’s a bright light it spreads-

like the highest grades;

which can break the record,

even without a word.

There may not be any race

to touch the sad face,

but there’s a story it says-

like an amazing case;

which steals every heart,

even a bit smart.

There may not be any space

for the depressed face,

but there’s a hope to smile-

like at least for a while;

which feels peaceful,

even mind becomes cool.

There may not be any glaze,

but at far, there, glows the face.

By Deyasini Sinha Ray