The heart is to glow in the face
The face echoes the heart's ways
As the natural art of man's race
Whatever deep comes to surface
For the face is the index of mind
The humanistic in insight kind.
Today man has learnt pretences,
Nice hypocritical appearances
All artful, cunning, dubious arts
Of man to possess the cow-face
To be humble for a cruel action
Of man to be the sheep's clothes
To appear bleak and meek ever
Of man to shine the chameleon
For its glow like its surroundings
Of man to shed the crocodile tears
To have compassion for its victim
Of man to know how wear a mask
Of man to appear in disguise
Of man for a fancy dress-show
Of man to hide their honest hearts
Of man to conceal their true minds
Of man cleverly to feign madness
Of man to forget to play his role
Of man, to call a spade a spade
To prove to be indeed human
Truly in thought and action
True in walk and talk
Let the weeds of falsehood perish
To let the sprouts of truth flourish.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)