I had travelled much,
north to south, east to west.
I have seen thousands of faces
by sitting beside the window
of a bus or train or motor.
For sure I have seen thousands
of countenance in a single face
And also the face that is moulded
with single countenance as if it is perpetual.
I have seen dark and dull faces,
Happy faces, masked one and
The faces of which I have no clue.
And the faces that are hidden in
home cupboard or in the mirror!
I have seen beutiful faces, upon which
I could see ugliness beneath,
And the faces that might not beutiful
But I urge to behold it in my hand.
I have seen many old faces; with only wrinkles
and the very few smooth and young faces
upon which all the scars engraved.
I know faces becouse I look
Through the eyes of mine
Which of course longs to behold
The reality beneath the superficial.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem