Dont we all wear masks? Maybe not always, but knowingly or unknowingly, we all wear masks in our lives. It so becomes a habit that sometimes we dont even realise that we are covering our real faces with these masks.
This is a poem where I tried to use rhyming all through..
They lie in heaps, all around me
Laughing, crying, mocking at me
I pick one up, I put one down
They help me smile, weep and frown
I feel blue, my tears start to flow
Still, I wear this mask, which is aglow
I am joyous, this bright summer morning
My mask cries for me, I am in mourning
these lovely masks, keep life going
Saves my face, without me knowing
I go on wearing, one after another
And my real face? I don't bother!!
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