Of dusk of loneliness,
Faces are the only reminiscence,
Some are buried in the sands of time,
Some are being traced,time to time.
These faces carries memories,
From childhood to teenage,
From schooling to marriage,
From parenting to old age.
Some are pale and wrinkled,
Of hard experiences,
Witness of toil and struggle,
Are the true storytellers.
Some are fresh and bright,
Full of passion,joy and delight,
Are reflector of positive vibrant,and
Waves potential to shine in limelight.
These faces are the only stage,where
Various expressions are engraved.
In the reels of memory,they are placed,
As the time passes away.