Plastic Faces
Once I used to see
flowery smiles,
fruitful friendships,
and ocean-deep loving hearts.
Decades after,
now I have no expectations...
I make no inferences
at the plastic faces looking at me;
lip-length hellos accosting me;
and those shallow hearts
spread before me.
Thinking of the changed world
I looked at myself in the mirror
and tried to smile
Nay! No expression!
There, staring at me
a weird plastic face!
Copyright © Mydavolu Venkatasesha Sathyanarayana | Year Posted 2016
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