Mask Poem by Vikas Sharma

Of various colors and hue,
A mask I wear through,

Superficial but yet true,
It hides my feelings grue,

Different facial expressions I embalm,
Turmoil inside but appear calm,

Akin to luck drawn on my palm,
No conviction either in prayers or psalm,

Inside the darkness prevail,
Guilt, Remorse, Hatred, Jealousy reign,

Yet Happy-Go-Lucky I regale,
As Truth, Love and Honesty feign,

'To be or not to be' pondered Bard,
'To thee as you wish to see' a truth hard,

All that glitters is not the gold,
If gold never glitters it leaves one cold,

If only as I wish be true,
More the remorse brew.. more my dreams flew,

If only the full moon nights and bright days did grew,
Happiness differs from being blue would I have never knew,

Smiles always shine through,
Once in awhile good to be blue,
A mask I wear through,
Of various colors and hue,