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I am living in the world of mask, trying to get a way out of grasp Where I see things not like my vision Seems to have a mask on each and everyone In various colour and shape, almost decorating their outer case Though I enjoy and appreciate All the moment and the phase. - The mask

 

I am living in the world of mask, trying to get a way out of grasp

Where I see things not like my vision

Seems to have a mask on each and everyone

In various colour and shape, almost decorating their outer case

Though I enjoy and appreciate

All the moment and the phase

Looks so pretty in that very mask

Ruins everything putting off that craft

My eyes tear my heart fears

Would I get the answer all clear?

My suspicious mind, weaving so many questions inside

Whether I get the answer I fright!

How true would I stand in this dark world of mask?

After all I am a human with all my crocks

Meet too many people around so far

Wished, appreciated, shake hands apart 

Still find difficult to see through the scar

As if I am grabbed by their decorated part of art

Well that’s my perceptional world of eyes

Doesn’t matter how innocently I try

The reality behind the mask at far cry

Like it or not but that’s the only land I found

With my people all around

Trying to maintain a relationship like a climber

Often scared what if I loosen that support

Still climbing high beyond my unknown sense of chamber

Hoping to get a true ray next, to hold down the fort

How true would I stand in this dark world of mask?

After all I am a human with all my crocks

Nirmala Sharma

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