Sunday through lines by Shampa Saha

The Mask

Why you fear to wear a mask We are always in a dusk Images faulty false we wear Pretending what not actually we are Being so good and being so kind Although it's not from inner mind Unwinding of sabotaging soul We show our blazing goal But the greed and inter beast Always roars and in a feast But still we have a gentle look Always invisible mask we took Just tear all the superficial face And be ready the truth to embrace Then the mask will hide our face But not our soul as much as I can guess.

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