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    • Mar 11
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Behind The Mask

By Madhu Kaleke Sarao


These shades of masks pink green and blue

Often intrigue me and make me wonder

What goes on behind them


Every man’s mask tells a different story

From the way it is put up to keep the deadly virus at bay

Some wear designer masks; some wear plain

And some wear them just to ward off stares



The twinkling eyes of God’s own children,

Behind their little masks, make them wonder

“What have these adults done to put us in danger?”

They will understand when on this earth they will no longer be strangers





Each mask is like the unique identification number

It tells the tale so typical and important of the wearer

Some are particular about fashion

Some don’t care to even wash them


Like every coin has two sides wearing a mask is no exception

If it chokes you; it also saves you from the unwanted odour

I don’t know how many times it has got wet from the silent tears that drop down into its sides

No one can ask the dead mask the untold tales of its wearer


These shades of masks pink green and blue

Often intrigue me and make me wonder

What goes on behind them



By Madhu Kaleke Sarao




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