Life becomes illusion
Under masking function
Life plays real
Under light of rational.
Life is awesome stupendous
As truth lays foundations
That trust needs to build houses
Nurturing souls for ages.
Masking for time being okay
But living in it not okay
Facing fear flees away
Concealing it magnify.
It's not about wrong or right
But just a means to communicate
Which might alsomisterpret
Why not lay stones that construct.
It's great relief to be in comfort zone
But challanging self helps to overcome
Every weakness meant to cripple
Building strength we often require.
Lovely is this business of introspection
Mass of rotten pieces we have hidden
Torpefying every beauty that's mine
But stuck in glitch unfathomable.
How to get back my treasure
Who is at present not comfortable
All because the process is futile
In the light of complementing juggle.
PPME'S HEART ONLY BEATS ALWAYS BREATHLESS is he DO REMEMBER PPmeow
you are the only one left to help me in rainy weather whilst others conceal their anaconda and say it openly don't wonder why bother we are but passers by wear our masks today tomorrow it may snow who cann that say come storm a tsunami lives long our PPME
Face has been lost Long days passed Now I wear a mask and I don’t feel uneasy In my shirt-pocket I have kept all compromising There are many pockets also One by one I have kept in those , greedy and all others I have petted a snake also All the time I keep it under my sleeve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The word 'persona' In personality is mask. Now we are forced From dawn to dusk.