Life is Strange
Face is never the index of mind,
Well; It was thought that way earlier.
Smile on one's lips
Is not always from heart,
But today; it is the index for disaster.
Never did I hear,
Or met with the Plastic faces:
Thought I, Oh no! they are next doors.
Its hard to digest,
When your own race
Stands against you!
For sure; the smile on your eyes
Will calm down the calamity
As is the best antidote.
Life is very strange at times! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Beautiful conclusion. Better we ignore pettiness. Well worded well constructed piece 10+