Mask of Emotions

The day was calm and night so sweet,
But I stood puzzled on a mundane street.
Staring at the people, how flawlessly they act,
Hiding their visages behind the mask,
The mask hiding their scars of the past.
Then I strolled towards my house placed at the end,
Shrugging off the thoughts and make the bed,

Being greeted by the sunlight in the early cockcrow,
Getting myself together for a new day,
Walking down the streets observing the surroundings,
Caught a glimpse of a boy wearing a hoodie covering his face,
Came some boys bullying him with smirk curl up on their lips,
But the boy did not even mind the torture of the race,
Just continued walking until he reached his place.

On the next side of my eye,
Saw an old lady with her daughter,
Wearing ragged and gray clothes,
Walking with her paralyzed legs, so timid, looked at her daughter for help with her anxious eyes,
But the young lady hastened her steps,
Looked back at her mother shouted her lungs out,
To make some tears slide down her cheeks,
But wore a mask of grin to lie.

Nodding my head right to left,
Could not help but to strangle with these puzzles of life,

It is the full moon night,
Sipping coffee, lost in today’s incidents,
How can the mask be so powerful that we wear?
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
And while with a torn and bleeding heart we then to smile,
Our mouth has the myriad subtitles,
The tortured souls scream out loud, but the clay is vile,
Have emotions to share but have a long mile,
And let others think otherwise,
We do wear the powerful mask,
Mask of Emotions.