Mask Poem by Chris Prabu

Everyday,
Before I leave home,
I heedfully choose
The masks for the day.


Not few; but many
Colors of masks
For the different situations
And for the various people.


Warm and jubilant,
Annoy and disgust,
Happy and hopeful
And all other masks.


For friends and foes,
Strangers and relatives,
Colleagues and heads
I carefully wear for everyone.


Though I wish or not
I have to wear
A mask to survive
In this disguise world.


Every minutes,
Moods are changing
So as the masks
Like a changing chameleon.



I'm so weary
Of changing and changing
Of this dirty business
Of wearing masks.


Every night,
After I reach home,
I throw away these masks
And look myself in mirror.


It's so beautiful without a mask
But no one knows.
Darkness, mirror and I
Only aware of my true face.