Faces Poem by roshan jha

The face that he has,
Held high in the air,
Not its beneath like that
So miserable and so fair.

He got the face for every event,
Keeps carrying in his bag,
One for cheating, one for conform meetings,
And its one to beg.

Even he got a face for house
Used when the faults he wrought
Like 'i told for a tiny mouse'.
Asked the kid din't you brought?

This follows too in relations
Ties up with valuables 'n' get ready for recreation
Oops, i forgot they have their favorite,
faces for the formal function.

After death what will happen?
'Thats not you' would say the deity
'Keeping natural would what have happend'?
'Have you become more then the mighty'?

In this world so volatile,
For the authentic there's only presumption.
Wondering either fluid or is this wine,
With which face i wrote these lines?