Who would I show this face?
Herewith strips of age
Patches of scars of misfortune
Tears of inquisition drizzles here
Covered with layers of dark despairs
Pimples of deception
Have hidden the identity.
Who would I show this face
A nasty, morose and
Dreadful portrait of a canvas.
Who would love to look such a face
That lacks a sketch or sample,
Pride or dignity
That only bears a mass of beard
With bristled and curved mustache
Crooked eyes, pale lips
And laugh with broken teeth peeping out.
Who would I show this face
Unknown unidentified
As if it is not mine
It belongs to some other else
To any lost being
Or to any ambiguous terrorist.
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