By Pruthvi Basavaraj Parvati
A sunny day, and a beautiful blue sky,
I see them both, from my bed as I lie.
A new day, new hope—
To chase our dreams, to scream, to cope.
But what do I see as I step from my room?
A world full of people wrapped in gloom.
They’re different than what I thought they'd be—
All bound by chains, no longer free.
They smile and laugh and walk with me,
Everyone's happy, or so it seems to be.
But look a little closer—what do I find?
The same smile worn by a thousand minds.
The faces aren’t faces, just masks of the day,
And the lies they wear don’t fade away.
Nothing feels new, just shadows I spy..
A world filled with masks, a mask of lie.
Everywhere I turn, every face I find-
Has a grin, but the soul’s left behind.
The real man hides a mile away,
While the painted mask leads the play.
As the sun sets and I walk back home,
I feel how bad this world’s become.
I wish I wasn't part of the show..
But I'm glad my heart still feels the glow.
It knows joy, and it knows pain-
A sign my life is not in vain.
Though we all wear masks for a while,
They each carry a truth beneath the smile.
This lie shapes your face,
It carves you into the race.
And yet, beneath the painted skin-
Is a silent voice, longing to begin.
I wish the boy had seen the shore,
Instead of streets that scream and roar.
He'd know the masks he talks about-
Aren’t just theirs, but his, no doubt.
Even his smile, worn with grace-
Is just a mask, on just another face.
It’s nothing new, nothing to rue-
Just a mask of lie... to be true.