Oh the faces you make!
The unsmiling lips, the strong jaw.
The disapproving look
Are you in discomfort my friend?
They say the warriors of yore
Donned face paint to look fearful.
Your nice face turns so ugly,
When you try to create fear.
What ails you, my friend
What is the cause of your fear?
For it is fear within,
Which makes you try to look fearful.
Look I can scare you, I hear you say
Reassuring yourself of your strength
Hiding the nervousness within
Under the cloak of morals.
You arouse passions
David has come to slay Goliath.
Righteousness is the sword
By which you provoke
They egg you on,
The ticket sellers of the Collosseum
Who live off the blood of Gladiators.
You look unsure,
Is this the only way?
Am I doing right?
You look askance for approval
The drumroll begins
You get your approval
And then you begin.
But why the face paint?
What are you hiding?
Where's the gentle forgiving look, the hallmark of the brave.
The battle for right is fought by a smile, not by a scowl.
Ujjwal Narayan Uke 20111212