Sorrow in his face, wrapped in mournful trace,
he is poor and far from any worldly allure.
Luxury shines in his face, a winner in his race,
he is rich and far from any vulnerable itch.
Struggle in his face, he is a backbone and he is a base,
he is from middle class and he belongs to the mass.
Innocence appears in his face, can’t tie his shoelace,
he is a kid and a phase similar to whatever we did.
Stubborn is his face sometimes with a brace,
he is a teenager indulged in a superficial pleasure.
Responsibility in his face tucked in a formal dress,
he is a man and works as hard as he can.
Helplessness signs in his face, ready for death to embrace,
he is old, and his life could have been better than being on hold.
Shyness in her face and the beauty which you can’t replace,
she is a girl & if she were to be a gem, she would have been a pearl.
Toughness in his face and the power you can’t replace,
he is a boy and he is the synonym for joy.