The Mask Poem by Atashi Ghosh

The Mask



Amidst the mutiny of the soul
Gleams the cacophony of existence
Treachery liberates its entangled claws
Mind loses composure.
The submergence of the familiar
Into the emergence of the unfamiliar
Leaves a claustrophobic darkness
Within an ambience of brilliance.
The overcast concealing the extent of downpour,
Consequence leading to the surge of engulfing waves,
The slightest refuge disappears into listlessness
And identity wanders in that wilderness.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: deception
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 18 May 2018

Sometimes the mask hides treachery- sometimes hides the fragile soul from hurt. The world wears way too many masks... and identity has indeed lost itself. Great thought behind this poem.!

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 April 2018

A beautiful poem on mask, where everything is hidden under treacherous smile. Keep writing.

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