That face;
That face which came out of nowhere,
That face which expressed mirth at violation of another,
That face which got enlivened at the cost of another’s life,
That face which did not take life but numbed and squeezed it,
That is the face I see everywhere.
Because the rains lashing against my glasses collude with the small remnants of the past
And bring back the face that I had first seen in august,
Today a month before another august.
Yet I tell myself, let the face be
It will just be one among the crowd as long as my soul is free.