Masks Poem by Miran Ishaq

I struggle with people
- with emotions that were supposed to be true.
People are akin to journeys
I can't see through.

These masks you aforn puzzle me.
It's like, from your own identity
You're trying to flee!

I may not be a philospher
still I know
You don't need somebody's consent
to grow.

Call me a fool or whatever you want me to be
but the truth is here to stay
- you've turned into a dry pond
even though you once were the vast sea
and the truth will never fade away.

I don't want your big mansions.
I'd rather die in a small tavern.
I don't want your anug prison.
I'd rather die fighting in a war.