Faces

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They pass across as I stand beside a tree,

Under whose shade anyone can hardly see,

The face of mine which holds an umpteen expressions,

Of happiness, love, dismay and confessions;

Resultant, while my eyes gaze at their faces,

So only a mixed feeling my face embraces.

They come, they go; the preoccupied

In millions they are, showing faces all occupied.

To absorb their expressions, I stand hidden in foliage

But none among them notices my lost visage.

A day'll come such... whispers hope to me,

When one amongst them'll come full of glee;

And he'll gaze back at the face yonder,

Of mine to make me grow of him fonder.

As that gaze'll channel my muddled thoughts

To his heart and I'll no longer be caught

In the umpteen expressions which hold my heart;

A new story then, will start!

© Ishita Kinra