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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