Mask Poem by Vikrant Nayak

Pain is the only thing,
Only thing that connects us.
We will always be strangers,
But here have my mask,
And lets do this mountain of a task.
Talk, talk and talk,
Till we dissolve the boundaries.
The bigger the problem,
The more help I can offer.
Let me be your coffer,
Where you hide your biggest treasure.
If not this then that,
If not a dog then maybe a cat.
Dreams need to be big,
Wishes need to be over the top.
One mistake will never define a person.
No matter how bad,
You don’t have to be sad.
Grass is greener on the side,
The side which you nourish.
Just like that let your dreams flourish,
And nightmares perish.
There are no contracts,
No bonds, no constraints.
Once you be yourself,
We can be strangers again.
After the scorch of summer, comes rain.
Calm, cool, detached rain.
Dissolving pain.
Next time,
All you gotta do is ask,
For now I will take back my mask.