THE MASK

   The Mask

Poetry is my mask

In this life I,

Disguised and walks.

My lips vibrate,

 Unable to chitchat

Flu and dust surrounds.

Get rid of all pains,

My brain and eyes.

In loneliness or

In crowd...

Wore it and moves.

The  Mask.

Day and night

It’s transparent

I can see all in love

Adds more colors.

Again in the mask,

I gaily dance

satisfied my heart.

             Vblueinkpot.