PLASTIC FACES
Written by anuradha at
July 14, 2009 (8:49 am)
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Loading ...Once I used to see
Flowery smiles,
Fruitful friendships, and
Ocean-deep loving hearts
Decades after,
Now I have no expectations,
I make no inferences
At the plastic faces looking at me;
Lip-length hellos accosting me;
And those shallow hearts spread before me
Thinking of the changed world
I looked at my self in the mirror
And tried to smile
Nay! No expression!
There, staring at me
A weird plastic face!!!!!!
3 Comments
Could have been better I agree, with deeper thoughts.. having said that this is a perfect example of the saying that all good things come in small packages. Th emessage is aptly conveyed..nice read 
I am just a house wife. My husband in in Govt.service. Poetry has not been my passion; but a kind of pass time. I am a contented wife and mother. I read a lot of books on philosophy, Bhagavat Gita etc. and they all have influence on my writings. I just enjoy writing what I learnt from books and elders and Gurus.
Very beautiful poem indeed.
very intense in sense and sentiments.
Liked the poem immensely.
Unfortunate realistic situation everywhere,
Weird plastic faces interacting with each other.
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