Masks

Thousand of people
standing in long queue,
wearing mask,
eagerly till dusk.

Some of them are old folk,
disabled, even may be infected.
Few are unable to stand,
Few are standing like wand

Their masks hiding their
worried faces.
They are gasping,
but standing in long queue, sweating.

But I want to open
the real faces behind masks
Lo! These are not the faces of commons
but vested serpent demons.