FACES
FACES Going out I was surrounded by faces unknown with every step, I saw a continuous hustle of something In all those faces mine was lost. Some were recognized again, but some were just lost. There were countless stories out there, each face carried not less than a thousand of them. Each with a different story to tell, stories that collide at some point Amongst those faces unknown and stories unheard I created a story of my own All the faces were unknown but, with a destination known, with a story in mind and an ambition inside, All just moved ahead. These stories became legends, and faces became known. But still they, I, and everyone are surrounded by faces unknown. DHWANIT MADRASI