I do have many masks
Which are kept discretely in the dark cellars of mind.
They surface involuntarily in me
To suit various times and seasons.
I own a joyous mask
Which appears to be happy and bright.
But inside it remains soaked with my tears
And is very agonizing to wear.
I own an angry mask
Which conceal painful fangs.
It slowly poison my body and heart
And is quite effortless to wear
When years slither past, these masks grow in numbers
And I am busy hunting within me
To find the real "me",
Wandering somewhere in vast array of these strange masks.
And in this struggle, I admit, I have failed miserably.
This poem was written much before masks became commonplace worldwide. Nice
Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with artistic brilliance. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
To find the real me! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us
Very thoughtful poem. Exploring your own self and getting to know the varied colors of our personality is a heavy task. Almost never ending since we keep adding layers of new traits on it. Excellent work!
The poem leaves echoes in sensitive hearts...Masks have become such a necessity in modern life, so much so that we find it very hard to be our self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful poem! I absolutely agree with you that people use different faces in dealing with different people in various situations! I like the second most! Your poem candidly reflects your inner psyche! Loved the poetic expression! I see a promising literary future in you! Keep it up!
Thank you sir