The Make Up - Poem by Nazmul Haque
Who are you?
You are nothing but an actor-
playing different roles
in different situations.
All the world is a stage
and the men and women are just players.
You are playing many parts
and you have many faces.
What you seem to be
that you not realy are,
you look like the innocent flower
but you are the insect hidden under it.
In the morning you
have a different face,
a different role to play;
then in the office you take
yet another one;
back home you are changed again.
You go on changing the whole day,
from moment to moment,
whenever you have to play a role,
you create a face,
and you become an actor.
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