Mask Poem by Surabhi Bhattacharjee

You can wear a mask
And paint your face
Every time the faces change
Every time the artist paint
You can wear a mask with a colour of lie
One thing can't hide in other's eyes
Growing stranger, day by day- - - - -
Like all human beings
You liked to be loved
As you are
Not as a colour photo;
In a frame; or as a thought
Never leaves your friend
As an old composed news
You may say
It is a poem
Why trust it?
Right, never trust the poem;
Never trust the poet
Because, it is neither intuition; nor it is thought
But only the ''abyss of sense''