I wear my mask, distort my face,
A gentle soul revealed,
But dare you look to deeper grades,
This heart's not really, ever healed.
Cast me glares that cut my throat,
My blood still runs out pure,
Disgrace my name, deface my skin,
No freek lays here, not quite obscure.
An open book, my pages thin,
Sublime in density,
Yes I am masked but I am true,
I'm more than you see, obviously.
Sarah, such a remarkable write ....10+++++++ but I can’t rate anymore since yesterday hehehe😁😁😁
Good....................10..... Thnx for sharing... You may like to read my poems and express your views too... Naila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, this body is just like mask we wear. This is the mask of soul. Sublime in destiny we still open thin pages of valuable book. Yes, you are more than we see because you are a soul and you have unlimited values and power within. An interesting perceptional poem is very nicely penned...10
Thank you once again kumarmani for your comments