Masks are for bandits
who with a knife
barge in the midnight.
My imagination stops there.
as I see masks on every face
the nose and mouth hidden
Every face seems similar
difficult to identify. Is she
Shreya or Sneha?
I think aloud as the masks
lend a strange cue. The face
resembles a mass of flesh
similar to a ball, the eyes
usurp the delineations.
nothing much can be made,
noses long and short,
sharp and blunt, lips pink
and thin, dark and thick
lie concealed behind
the coloured mask of multiple
layered non woven fabrics,
or a strip of cloth or hand
kerchief, the one of choice
extend a monotony,
sans the distinctive features
which go to make each
individual unique.
The latest trend seen is not
because of stylish vogue,
one enforced for safety
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