We wear masks to hide our faces,
to conceal the inner ugliness,
to cover up the evils we possess
What stands at last?
the real faces or the masks?
We have lost our faces,
and only masks are left
Note: This poem has been published in the poetry anthology titled 'Voice of Monarch Butterflies' (July 15,2016) from USA.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem