Beautiful Faces Poem by Ravin Sharma

Faces are forgotten but derided words are never dead.
The faces frown as if lilies could stare at ugly lives.
They are not prisoners for their bars are not mirrors.
They are not the intent of Gods but moonlight in the darkness.

You can sleep with freedom of their thoughts
but their dreams lie awake, when reflections begin to behave.
The art of living is not to fall into blindness,
when gods dim the lights.

The words of faces are few famous lies of the true world.
You live off them, they breathe for the trees.
No one has a bright life but you only live under some sunshine
So how right would it be for them if you were to mock the night?