Plastic Faces Poem by Sathya Narayana

Sort of like the masks of a stage play today. Though media hypes and sales ads. place images that people follow.

Change is inevitable: things change, people change...That's always very sad. This poem really portrays all of this and makes you think. Well done: -)

It is remarkable poem, strong a word in this cruel in the world.... Main that your eyes did not become plastic, for they are a mirror of soul..10... Best wishes, Tsira

I know exactly how you feel. I think we reach a point of playing it safe, not taking any more chances, but that is not living or being human. We need to keep on reaching out with the hope that others will respond, but, if they don't, that is no excuse. I hope we can always find a way to do that. At the moment your poem expresses me.

an awkward truth.....very well put forward...10

Sir, Splendid... I bow... gamut of psychoscopy... a 10 ++ dr. sakti. 17.06.09.

this poem is cruel, just cause it's so real too... it's sad we've reached this point. the sweet flowing of your words almost softened its hardness... hugs.

The poem refers to the fact that people are deprived of will and high ideals and rarely look in the mirror to see themselves. The poem seems to suggest '' look in the mirror to see who really you are -a plastic face ' 10++

'Thinking of the changed world I looked at my self in the mirror And tried to smile Nay! No expression! There, staring at me A weird plastic face! ! ! ! ! ! ' An extra-ordinary poem, I love this work much. You did a great work, cheers,10+++

A lovely poem. Love & hugs..........u get 10++++++