Her Face!
Face! A kind of identity
She has got his quality
To change her face
In the clouds of grace
I want to see her again
In the season cloudy rain
When her face is watered
Nothing could be uttered
Seeing her face I think
I don't want to blink
But it's shameful eyes
Plays off when she shys.
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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