Poem: The Mask
Feb 20, 2024
The frail mask of chores that you do daily, just to keep yourself busy, avoiding the pain of the open wounds. But then… the mask teaches you a lesson.
Poem: THE MASK
A frail mask of daily chores
An artificial balm
Soft, cool, and deceptive
A smile on the face
Just to avoid the questions
About the –
The deep wound
That bleeds within
Melding with life
Drowned in silent tears
Silenced by heartbeats
Perhaps the sign that
Life goes on and forward
No scope for a pause
The wounds have to heal
Like the autumn churn –
I pause, sigh, and stare
And put on —
A smile on my face
Soft, cool, and deceptive
An artificial balm
A frail mask of deceptive chores.~Ashok Subramanian © 2024
