Every voice of noisy People
who come and go as wind of Fate
cover the Truth, Lie to kindle
for melody of Masquerade
the night of sorrowful Party
when songs turned into screaming Pain
as Masks revealed real Destiny
the Lie and the Truth which was lain
Lies were the Thugs who snatched something
the thing, the Necklace of true Love
the long-lost Bond of heart feeling
glad or sad when losing his Love
hiding along the Gold of Will
all Masks were put off every Truth
in Masquerade the lost the deal
behind the Masks, there is no Truth
story of Masquerade is real
the Life that has been wearing Mask
all the Years will be hard to heal
it Hurts just like a broken tusk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem