Whom do I see
Whom do I see
On the morning road
While going to school
New faces, I see everyday
Different faces of different tone
Some young reddish
Reflecting their youth
Some yellow and faded
Because of sorrows and worries
And some with wrinkles
Symbolising them, growing old
Some smiles on them, some frown
Some active, some naughty
Some innocent, some looking strict
Some sleepy and lazy
Some gloomy and sad
Some cheerful, blooming with joy
These different faces make me wonder
How would one describe my face.