Un-Mask

People in the mall, people on the road

You meet them, greet them, hate them, love them

In the bus, on the plane, office or the park

Every tiny piece of Earth full of faces

But have you seen their soul?

They guard their soul with a mask

Mask tightly glued, without any clue of soul

Many masks for different people, different occasions

Sad souls wear happy masks

Jealous disguise in a friendly mask

Poor in riches and evil in angels

Fragile and weak appear strong

All are safe-guarding the real soul

As if they are petrified to reveal their actual self

I wonder how they breathe, choking the soul

And gradually the soul dies behind the mask

An anonymous life we all live with no identity; just the mask

People everywhere without the real face

Just the masks to see hanging firmly on the soul…….

Imagine one day the soul revolts

With all the force, pulls the mask off

Ending all the anguish and show itself out

A true person living with a real face

How beautiful the soul is without the mask!

© [Charu Gupta] and [Potpourri of life] [2018].