We all wear a mask, the mask of pretentions.
Covering the greed and false intentions.
Existing in the realm of its true self,
the uncovered claims to be like hell.
So the mask bring forth the heaven,
though hollow but still it dwells.
"It's me!! it's me!!" the truth shouts,
hiding behind the silken shroud.
Choked to death shall be its fate,
Deaf has been the pseudo crowd.
The pain inside survives in silence,
yet it demands to be heard.
The mask refuse to shed tears,
instead it strikes with ruthless words.
Our souls inside has been debt with guilt,
with contendness we live otherwise.
Superficially what we are, the mask may hide.
But our true inner self, can never be disguised.
