He came from nowhere
Without a face, and
no one to care.
A long journey in sun and snow,
Unknown places where
only imagination can go.
Carrying the burden of the entire humanity,
It isn't easy to maintain one's sanity.
A curse here and a mouthful there ,
Living in a heartless
society is tough to bear.
Images of broken laughter lingers on his mind,
Happiness may be something he has left far
behind .
The wilderness of the forest was never
daunting,
It's the wilderness in a man's soul that is so
haunting .
The faceless man
always wanted a face,
To smile with joy and talk with grace.
The face for him was
a treasure of expression
Even to cry or have a look of desperation .
The boastful smirk or
the wry grin
Even the feel of his soft skin.
But he was now glad
to be faceless,
Wandering how the man with face has become so
baseless.
They say that a human face is the doorway to
his soul,
"It's better to
be faceless " said he,
Than to have
something as a black as coal".
