We all wear masks. Yes we do.
I stood in front of the mirror;
For once I couldn’t recognise myself;
I stood there trying to take off the mask,
But turns out there were many masks that I wore,
Every mask I pulled out a mask, they all said to me the same thing
“You made me when you needed me;
You are whatever you are, because of me;
Who are you otherwise?”
Did I make the mask or did it make me??-
I asked myself every time I pulled a mask away,
And when I had removed them all,
Not for once, but for ever at all,
What was left was someone I knew,
From my pictures of childhood of my own,
Is it really me??
Or a mask again?
But it was just me;
“Me” who had lost in a fair,
a long time ago.
Maybe I’ll have to wear a mask or a many more
From tomorrow or some days from now,
But what I’ll not forget is that-
I have a face of my own.
