Prayag Saikia


Mask And Me - Poem by Prayag Saikia

A tumult in me.

There will be
no more play with the mask.

Mask (!)
Till now I've worn many.

With simple nudity
it's hard to become a tree;
Still there should be penance,
endeavour from the prostrating soul
to clean the defiled thoughts.

How tremendous is the rebel ‘I'
clinging not to selfhood,
but crossing the valley of perpetual flux
to vast emptiness.

Mask (!)
No need for it
for a rebel in this stage.

Changes start from sorrow;
The eruption from a sudden spark is trivial.

Topic(s) of this poem: rebel

Form: Blank Verse


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2018



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