The Man And The Mask Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

in a long drawn out affairs, a man carries many masks,
‘the self' is dissolved and resurrected
in perfect order
as it disturbs the designed verdict buried in drafts
that the clerks make
after lethargic hours of siesta
i know the meandering apparatus of a modern man
managing gadgets through remote control,
and cheats ancient inheritance of waste
that is what history is in the context of relevance
not wanted.

why it happens i do not know.

it is good to live in confusion
as the man tries to change history,
and write his name and destroys tall statues of purported grandeur
and raises more to celebrate his bogus sleazy glory
it is history of modern man.

not thought out but abrupt it is
the old man deserted many narrations behind,
that were incorrect or looked artificial and concocted
and carried what he thought was right in a difficult age,
now at the sunset years, he wanted to work out
what was right to treasure in the rest of his life,
before moving to grave without an obituary.

it is an intuition.
he knows i do not believe in epitaph.
death in this age is a burden of truth
i often aver.