I come across a new word
“Plaster face”. The epithet
takes me by. surprise.
Visualizing a face plastered
for bruises my first take
is deemed as prosaic.
Going deep, could that be one
modified by plastic surgery.
considered a medical phenomenon.
Still more into, a stone
like one, unemotional,
nay that is stone faced.
Penetrating further, discover
the one that hides the suffering,
a melodrama.
Smile enlightens, happiness radiates
when the inner self bleeds
a phycological metaphor.
Not uncommon to find such
an inside out that would embellish,
a design unnatural.
A decoration with fake diamonds
gaudy and distractive, a disguise
a subtle satire.
I see plaster faces everywhere
mixing, mingling, socializing.
A stage performance.
Meenas Poems 