EMPTY MASK: a sonnet

EMPTY MASK: a sonnet



A mask is what people wear all day long,
Hiding our real feelings deep within.
We pose we are saintly and do no wrong,
Though in the mind we may harbour pure sin.

“Can I help you”, said with a painted smile,
Often hides ‘could not care less’ attitude.
While thoughts we entertain are often vile,
We outwardly have noble platitude.

It’s true that this world is too much with us
And in our life we just put on a show.
About our appearance we make a fuss,
Inside we are heartless, all of us know.

It’s time that to ourselves we simply ask:
Should not we throw away this empty mask?


M C Gupta
23 June 2007