Often I portray myself as bright and cheerful,
For it's my art of sketching me bold and beautiful.
While drawing a sketch I hide all my dark colors and
All my weaknesses, I mask with bright colors.
I never show what I lack in.
I try to show more than what I am.
I present myself as cheerful,
With a friendly smile.
I give a touch of glow to my lovely face
With fantastic makeups that suits me well
Thereby hiding all the fine lines.
I apply lipstick and wear a beautiful smile.
I paint my gray hair with the lovely color I want
For I want to look bold and beautiful.
Now I look younger and greener than real I am.
I hide all my pain, ugliness, hatred, anger, selfishness,
Behind my beautiful mask of smile.
Don't ever tell,
How beautiful her life is....
All you see me is through
Beautiful mask of smile!
Well, that's the Real Of Me!
© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights Reserved
really a good poem..........with reality and that clearly shows your optimistic nature....Geetha......THANKS
A nice poem of masking oneself. Geetha I personally perceive that a self esteemed person never exposes his / her shortcomings or or dreams so easily. He/ she always tries to achieve that by own endeavor, keeping oneself masked. Hence in that sense this masking is a courageous move of an upright individual. Thanks for sharing
Geetha you look so beautiful in your photograph and that is because you Are! ! ! ! Congratulations on being in the Top 500. So pleased for YOU
Don't ever tell, How beautiful her life is.... All you see me is through Beautiful mask of smile! Beautiful...10
Now I look younger and greener than real I am. I hide all my pain, ugliness, hatred, anger, selfishness, Behind my beautiful mask of smile.-a very nice poem has been written-10
A marvelous poem that depicts realities of life. An honest write beautifully crafted. So inspiring.10++++
All well said in the last stanza! ! ...a very great work..thank you very much for this superb poem and your visit and comment Geetha
Every mask will fall. Every life will have meanings. You are real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all playing the same tricks with varying degrees and intentions of a show. The real self of the person can never understood any time. Your poem is a unique write and it speaks of your ability to write on variety themes spontaneously. I give you, Geetha,10 marks for it,