God created all of us with a beautiful face,
The face that reveals everything the days,
The days that pass through the way,
The way that is invincible, the play,
The play of life, what is or what may,
May or may not, like the waves kept at bay;

Life uncertain, every man is a chameleon at stake,
Changing colours often, nothing is permanent, everything but fake;
Said someone, ‘The face is the index of the mind’,
Barely do I see it, how do I find,
The god given face, the mirror of life, now veiled by a mask,
The mask that hides insecurity, removing it would be an impossible task…