There are times the self wonders
What it feels to be honest and gay
The world is no more the way it used to be
For now, it is full of shades in gray
There is no truth in those sweet words
Which sound more like a bleat from a wolf…..
The smiles and gestures are made of plastic
That tends to hurt worse than the rues
The dual face does not seem to fade
Even as it keeps growing uglier with time
Ask not why there is one such kind
But ask, which face would it be this time
Accept the reality, oh sweet lady
As this, is the order of the day
There will be many such faces you shall see in your time
Just make sure you recognize them, while they come your way!!
