I once went to a masquerade ball
And realised that masks weren’t needed at all.
For the skin covering the eyes, nose and teeth
Is a mask in itself, hiding what lies beneath?
‘Faces’ they are called, ‘facades’, I call them
For they reveal as much as on lifting a sheet.
They are veils, meant to cover and conceal
The emotions that we so intensely feel
They are masks embroidered onto our skin
Meant to obscure our pain and chagrin.
At times, they work wonders at concealing
But very often, their paint starts peeling
Dewy sadness brimming in traitorous eyes
Accompanied by wide and fake smiles
Biting words with venom injected
But the eyes screamed, “I feel dejected!”
Eyes are the windows to our souls,
But how can we trust them,
When the facial mask has a pall on them.