The MaskA Poem by Pradeep NairEveryone has got Masks, that cover their face(s)!The mask which held my faces for years Has finally fallen apart in tears. Those wide eyes has torn it down, when I never imagined it will be blown. My mask is floating in the sewer where I stood The sewer of hatred, pain and blood. The wide eyes, those I never have seen Haunts me down to the shore of whine Where the loss of lust is taught upon me The salt in my eyes washed down for glee
Where that voice calms down the tides Bring out the face once the mask hides. I never knew who it was in bodily calm Quenched my dried up veins with balm I never will see those eyes in real, Even I see, will never know the feel. Let the strangers pass one another, But the lone stranger is none other than I. © 2012 Pradeep NairAuthor's Note
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