Sixth Sense

Seconds turn over habitually

Diverse faces we exhibit

Dissimilar people we meet

Disparate characters we display

Benevolent, akin to a cat’s gentle pat

Ruthless, resembling a roaring tiger

Regal, reminding a lion

Wicked, reminiscent of a jackal

Annoyance, analogous to a hen

Faithful, similar to a dog

Faces exposed reflects back

What’s our identity?

Where’s our human face?

Is this called sixth sense?