The mask

I hide my face behind,
As I walk through the lane,
the parched path, with
worn out leaves.

Like the life of mine,
Where staggered words try out,
But trashing tears build
a lump, gobbling words.

The fear galloping right
up to my heart,
Smoking my brain, hurt
As it is!

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One comment

  1. Jatin Adlakha · December 3, 2014

    Painful 😦 …

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