Here Is the Face

Here is the face that your mind holds onto. There is the place that your soul belongs to. Created in dreams where doors and windows melt, conceived in grass where lonely hope has dwelt. Carried in song where every child feels safe, performed with zest like the dance of the Tawaif. Discovered in bond like schools of swirling fish, revealed in prayer where mindful times nourish. Here is the face that your mind holds onto. There is the place that your soul belongs to. Expressed in paint where graffiti’s subtext is injustice, proclaimed in print where the struggle is against prejudice. Spoken in word where the demeaned speak out, chanted in slogan where oppressed people shout. Embodied in law where human rights must be codified, accepted in norm where man’s dignity can never be thrown aside. Here is the face that your mind holds onto. There is the place that your soul belongs to.