I live among faces,
where I search for a real face.
You'll never find a real face,
No matter whosoever you gaze.
Every face has an untold story,
revealing the past experiences and glory.
A sound of the heart never raised ;
finding way in its own maze.
True faces of childhood are driven away,
like petals of flowers falling away.
A child is a sweet sensation,
vulnerable to millions of exploitation.
The sweet smile is taken from the early age,
and the voice becomes a bird in the cage.
The gems of happiness are invisible,
behind the fake faces of fables.
Happiness is to lose yourself in,
Far from the world of sin.
Happiness is not a race.
It is appropriate for a face.
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This poem is about a child who wants to be real but the society compels him to become like them.