Face reader
Interpretation:
A layperson, who was very much interested in meeting people, as he got to know many individuals he developed a kind of skill, to read their faces. Some of the faces smiled but was fake, others worried, pretended, made fun of... he could read all this easily and those whom he assessed were ignorant as to how readable their thoughts were on their face. At first, the face reader liked this new skill of his but then he became jaded (worn out). He was so much into evaluating others that he paid less heed to himself. Nearly every one he met had put on so many faces that he recognised, he was not actually good at reading it.
When he looked at his image, the mirror in a way started talking to him, people usually reciprocate with our feelings, we compare and sort of balance our way of living with that of others. Although we are spick and span if the mirror does not happen to be clean, the image is flawed similarly it is just a change of our perspective that makes a whole lot of difference. Instead of being critical, if we remain open, we get to know that there is... more to life.
He walked and he
lived, eager to know people
Keenness soon
transformed him into a face reader
Some had uncertainty,
No matter what they
were hooked on
A few stood
indifferent,
While there was so
much to see to
It smiled, frowned,
mocked, worried, and frustrated
None of which was
intended or had to be so
Yet was carried by the
young and the old
There were handful;
true, subtle and calm;
And this was easily
read
At first, liked his
ability
But soon grew weary
Welcomed, was no good
at it
Later than usual...he
saw his impression
And the mirror
divulged
Yes, I reflect
Through me, you try to
know more of yourself
It is I-look out, who
needs purge
You are by large
flawless
See how you can relate
this, to people you meet
Wink and giggle very
often
There is more to life
past toughness
A layperson, who was very much interested in meeting people, as he got to know many individuals he developed a kind of skill, to read their faces. Some of the faces smiled but was fake, others worried, pretended, made fun of... he could read all this easily and those whom he assessed were ignorant as to how readable their thoughts were on their face. At first, the face reader liked this new skill of his but then he became jaded (worn out). He was so much into evaluating others that he paid less heed to himself. Nearly every one he met had put on so many faces that he recognised, he was not actually good at reading it.
When he looked at his image, the mirror in a way started talking to him, people usually reciprocate with our feelings, we compare and sort of balance our way of living with that of others. Although we are spick and span if the mirror does not happen to be clean, the image is flawed similarly it is just a change of our perspective that makes a whole lot of difference. Instead of being critical, if we remain open, we get to know that there is... more to life.
