The Mask Poem by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

The Mask



He wore a mask
In pretention, in lies
To enlighten.
The difference though
Was gross.

To enlighten only the lightened.
The lightened too in his light
The mask of a Guru
Grew rigid with course
And Time.

Forgotten were the beavers
Who climbed yet the fall?
Who chose to retaliate?
Yet unduly tall.

He never liked changes
And he pretended to be great
Never to even see reasons
When his pupils got late.

In the mask of a true hero
To point fingers so blunt
At the dawn of a change
So brutally shunned.

I surrender to the many gurus
Who have taught me to love
To share and to be
My life is at their feet
Who taught me to see
Nay. For now
As I write of the one
With the mask,
His time would come
Soon than sooner
He would realize his follies
As the leaves dropp by.

The mark of a guru
Is but to enlighten
Not just the enlightened.
But his light shines bright
When those,
Blinded in the dark,
Would rise to see the light!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The word Guru is legendary. Some use it as a mask to limit the true light.
A guru is the one who shuns darkness and spreads light, without any bias.
Dedicated to all my true 'Gurus' in life.
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