FACE

I met this boy at work today

He asked me what I was doing

I fed him the same jargons

That mostly keep me going 

It's a decent pay, decent work

Work is five days a week

Weekends are off at office

When all my stress finds retreat

I told him how much I love

Being busy, typing, posting

I also told him about a dinner

That my folks back home are hosting

I told him how much I miss

A hunger of the homely dishes  

Then we picked lunch from a junk station

And I spoke of more fond wishes 

I confessed the ugly cobwebs 

That I let form on my guitar

I shared a song that people call gay

And how it got me so far

At last, I asked his name & noticed

His face, his name was mine

Or was mine, his face and name

Stuck in a different paradigm

-K.G.