Face, The Whistleblower Poem by mohan sanjeevan

My face-
When I am happy
When I am sad
When I am sleepless
When I am tired
When I am tense and anxious
When I am ageing
It just blows it's whistle
Revealing the state of the moods I am in,
The stages of my life

The expression are it's whistle
blown by the emotions churning within
There are timeI like that whistle
When I am happy, effulgent
When I am at presentable best
I like to display my face
as many times as possible
Mirror seems sweet then

There are times when I am
Looking haggard with lines of worry
tension, age climb over to my Mt.Everest
stridently whistling up on my face
I simply wish to hide my whistleblower
Out of sight or wear a total mask on
No use leaving the eyes open
Eyes themselves give away
As they are part of the face!

There are times when I just love
the whistleblower
Just expressionless, serene and peaceful
Irrespective of whether I wish to display,
Hide or love it's unfair to blame it
When it's just blown by emotions, age etc.,
Whistleblower you have a task
Bestowed upon by the nature
I acknowledge and try not to
Suppress your whistle!
You are my sweet baby
Whether you smile or cry!