This is the face that a few years ago
Broke down and slumped to the floor
This silhouette you peep is of that face
That in the midway of torture looked into the eyes of death
This is the face that read Maya Angelou and screamed ‘I Rise! ’
And got resigned to hope and became alive!
This is the face you looked upon
And saw the flecks of a man so far gone
This is the face that wandered in each and every place
The visage you took for a laughing stock
This is a face you never dreamed would shine so bright
A soul you thought would never be possessed by light
This face is the face that you passed by
On a cruel, lonely, cold and dark night
The one that came down with rugs from the moon
To hide, from your poking eyes, underneath a dark lagoon
This is the face that got accustomed to the dark
This is the face that hid in the cold night
This is the face that went to hell and back
This is the face you once shot at
This is the face that didn’t shout back
This is the face you painted black
This is the face you laughed at
When you knew a man needed help ’cause he was stuck
This is the face you talked behind
When you thought he’d lost his mind
This is the face that gave it all till it gave up
This is the face that was told to shut up
This is the face you swore would never get up
The same visage that was deeply fed up
The face you supposed would never lift its head up
This is the face whose brains you believed were cracked up
This is the face that was so cold and froze up
This face staring at you right now
Is the face that once surrendered and took a bow
The same face your words shot and sunk low
The same face that harbored every human flow
Now
Do not say was this the face?
And wonder if I’m a fake
Come closer and join me to celebrate
Come near, let’s inter the past in this face
Let’s wine on this face and forget our history
Put one up for this sad face in our story
Cheers to all the foes once dangerous
All the friends once upon a time treacherous
This is a good morning for a soul once dark
But now flourishing with light
Now do not say; was this the face?
For indeed staring at you right now
This is the face that nearly took a bow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem