The Masked Faces Poem by Shourav Pednekar

Do we really know the persons close to us?
What means there are to tell?
The belief of acquaintance is reassuring,
But ignorance does compel.

Are we blind to the hints of desperation?
Too muddled in our own way.
Concerned with what words to mouth,
To hear what others have to say.

Sometimes, even if we do lend a hand,
The places led to are dark.
Maybe it's best to step back,
And let them on their paths embark.