Don't You Wear Masks?

On the demise of Mrs. Tripathy, my neighbour, a concourse of people gathered

That day, that place I witnessed a multitude of masks,

Masks disguising their wearer's inner lack of sorrow and pain

Yet alluding each other as if they were feeling blue like deceased man.

One Morning, I woke up earlier than ever before to see what's happening outside on the road,

A throng of people mobbed my brother, Rahul , Not less than of my age,

Congratulating him for his success in the audition for Dance India Dance,

But amid the crowd were some masks cursing my brother out of disgust from inside their heart,

Although, they wore the masks of ecstasy and elation for my brother, so smart.

One other day in the evening, I set out for a walk to meet my friends in Nehru Park,

Once again, I saw an uncle wearing a mask,

Mask of seriousness, kindness and soulfulness galore

He was probably a leader of a party, giving his speech in front of people,

His words appeared soothing and encouraging to all and sundry,

But after the program, he kicked hard with the sole of his shoes, a beggar asking for bread and a penny.

Masks, Masks, and Masks, The world is full of masks, tell me oh reader !

Don't you wear masks?