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].
Charu 