Mask I wore on my naked face,
Not one but many.
One for money, another for fame,
Then another for command, and so on.
None knew I bore a mask on my naked face,
For it neared my true face.
Was it for beauty or to hide, I wore?
No it was for mere survival.
Days passed by, with money, fame and command.
I had every thing that one could name,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem