Masquerade Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa
Masquerade
Spinning around in the music of silence
Picked up, polished and made to shine as a china
Trained to smile with crooked lips and dead eyes
Dolled up for the benefit of visual pleasure
Dancing with strangers in the beats of the wild
Scalding on the touch of the musical pyre
I am the hostess and the slave of the dance
Welcome to my world, the stage for deceivers.
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