Faces Poem by iqra hassan

Faces..
I have collected many faces,
And kept them in the pockets of my heart,
Take them out, occasionally I do,
And cherish the mist of bizarrely immixed,
Potions, I brewed with all my feelings!
The face of my first childhood friend..
Her smile that kindled the light in my eyes,
Partakers of all the mischiefs we managed together,
She used to lead, my all would follow!
Alas, she is no more but her face remains there..
The face of my teacher, my angel mentor,
How well- crafted was that sultry veneer,
That guarded the ice bergs of her heart,
She was my bulwark against the world,
And enlightened the darkest corners of my soul,
So pure, free of adulterates was her humanity,
Not with me today, but her face remains there..
The face of my first boyfriend, my bestie,
Who never attempted to alter even tinniest bit in me,
He was my talisman, myself his lucky charm,
Nucleus was I, like electron he revolved,
There is so much to be cherished, too much to be erased,
Though we fell apart, the face remains there,
The happy face of my canteen uncle,
The serene face of my school principal,
The conceited face of my class rival,
The grinning face of my school bus driver,
The lovely face of my first pet,
The benevolent face of my grand- mother,
Faces keep manifesting, I keep collecting,
My heart keeps filling its virtual pockets,
Every face is a story, an immortal memory,
They all are my pieces, they are my history,
Like dew drops that linger on the faces of the flowers,
They cling to my heart, filling with bliss my hours..

IQRA.