An Unknown Spell

To all my dear friends,

I wish to ask,

Is the world a finer place,

To dwell in without a mask?

I don a mask of

Shame, despair enmity and sorrow,

Every other moment

As I moil to earn my tomorrow.

I don’t ask for gold and silver,

Nor do I wish for boons,

For in this world, I’m here to be

A smile upon the glooms.

They say I’m demented,

Under an unknown spell.

But how will they hear,

The unknown I long to tell?

Oh world, I say!

Stop persuading me,

For being a prisoner of my own thoughts,

As I shall not just lay and die,

Rather dust away from the distraught.