One man, one face..

One man, one face..but tell you what?
One man, many a face….
One look, unwavering…you want to trust..
But is there a trace?
Of a small deceit, and a false pretense?

The face plays a role,
A role perfect for the world..
But gets stagnant inside
Masquerading and acting, 
and all conscience sold..

I peep inside, and I shudder to see
A feigning mind, a calculated feel….
A conscious attitude, 
A soul of vanity
And some preposterous zeal…

(I) look into the mirror 
of my inner self,
And a little smile of relief
Escapes from within
The reason? I tell you
My dear friend
Inspite of all the vile and venom
Underneath…
There lies a feeling 
So genuine and true
A trace of humanity
Still lingers within…………..