MASK (POEM)

Does everyone wear a mask? 

I am not sure, but perhaps sometimes. And when someone claims he/she wears a mask always, how should one react?  I want to know….want you to connect with my poem (mask)……Does a mask really justify its existence or it’s just an illusion of mind and words….

                      MASK

To reveal the truth, whenever she ask,
He say it’s a real herculean task,
As on the spotlight where he bask,
He always prefers to wear a mask.

He kneels and says, you are the best,
He winks to show others, the fool in his nest,
You give, so I take, is the answer of her quest,
It’s the mask, above his shoulder which rest.

Protecting his treasure, he pops out of his shell,
Loaded with shallow promises and plastic assurance, as well,
To write on her blank slate with invisible gel,
Like a crossroad with no signpost, the mask suits well.

She walks on broken glass off guard,
Feeling like dead fish stinking in the shore like coward,
Her pain claws through vocal cords,
How can he wear a mask and guess her like tarot cards?

Quite whispers, cold breeze and fake illusion,
Sad little truth, his game with life is still on,
Candlestick is burning out, don’t be such a glutton,
Stop wearing the mask, between the twilight and the dawn.

She is the tree of warmth, not the polished bonsai,
Let his real person underneath, expose and dignify,
Speak from the heart, stand for her and be her samurai,
Rip off the mask or better say goodbye. 
Rip off the mask or better say goodbye.