The Face
The face of this old man painted
as the pastel portrait mute,
turned grey the hard way,
looks at the memory space vacant.
The pensive eyes, one shrouded by
the shadow of sorrow,
the other brimmed by
the film of frozen tears unshed
for the dear ones gone,
engraved in the webbed face
as the scars of the lost time.
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June 14, 2022
Contest : The Pastel
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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