Shells Poem by tharindra galahena

When I was having a tea in an evening in a small restaurant near a busy road,
a man came and set in front of me with some food that he had just bought.

I looked at his face without any particular interest just to see if I knew him or seen him before.

But I was shocked to see his face, that looks just like an egg shell, pale and cold as the wind that sings the midnight song,
I saw no emotion no curved lines of happiness no worm cheeks, just cold and cold alone.

I looked around to see if others saw what I saw, but more shock came and found me, way more than before. I saw no human faces at least a single one, only shells pale and cold laying all around.

As shocked as I may be, I still managed to go home and found my self in the bathroom try to wash my sweaty face. But now 'the shock', the real shock had found me more violently than before.

I didn't see my face in the old bathroom mirror only a shell that looked just like the shells that I saw before.