Face Poem by Diptesh Augustine Sarkar

Face



Crinkles can speak a thousand words
of fleeting joys and lasting pain
In which the eyes, the lone mirror
Show the rush of time.

No coy in bloom, no hard
A trap to fledgling men
Her eyes paint an ocean floor
Where waves surge sublime.

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