In this world here there everywhere,
there is a fashion show.
Putting a mask on face,
has become a common game now.
The mask in itself has no identity,
but when it covers someone face it seems as a reality.
Making a mask is not difficult,
but hard to use it nicely.
Person who uses it for himself,
is worth never.
But one who utilize this mask for others,
is clever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem