Pretending to be pretentious someone
wearing a mask of subtleness and gratitude
still inside that shade of guile
carrying the existence of
grins and lies.

Never caring enough for the people
rejoicing the false bombastic ego
living surpass the fragile emotions
moulding the rhythm and
caricature of demotion.

When I think of such crooked mania
my blood gets a boil
to see those concealed faces
charming away with their persona
in the realm of races.

Still, the mask is on
on those smirked faces
with the blues in horrowness
still, I smile to hide my sadness
and, wear a mask of happiness.

When the will of the god will be strong
reality will be seen at a much higher degree
the torn jubilation and unhappy soul
the bleeding eyes and hurtled mind
will all be in place
to the soothing eyes.

Once and for all, this mask has to go
for how long and how deep
the visibility ashore
understanding the meaning of life once more
pretentiousness is mere existence of abhor
Still, wave you off my mind and soul
the mask has to go, once and for all.

© Mehak Gupta Grover