Game Of Masquerade - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
I place my mind on the corner of sidewalk
And watch how the strangers
Melt down in the mouth of subway,
Wearing your face above their dwarf necks.
As if the entire town is playing
A cruel game of masquerade
With the trembling of my blurry eyes.
And I can’t tear up their playful mask
As my hands are tied up with our drifted love.
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