Faces On the Wood
I see faces on the wood
Changing faces that could
Vanish in no time.
Like the soul,
The wood stood immortal,
But the faces transformed sole
Like the clouds in the firmament.
They cry in pain
At times mock insane
Yet chuckle at a parable
And yelp in par with cajole
They scare with an excruciating face
Still, they beseech with a pitying pace.
Like the dramatis persona on a stage
Like the fading letters in a page.
Some are not aware
Some are enlivened and dare
Some not know their existence, nevertheless
All move to the starting point tireless
Disappear and appear with a role
And again disappear to take a new role.
I see faces on the wood
Changing faces that could
Vanish in no time.
-Puvi-
Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2015
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