Mask

In the world of masks and masked faces What I feel is some kind of dismay Everywhere masked faces, but invisible When there is a close encounter When there is a real friendship Somethings makes obstruction Of late I see the reason as mask I feel masks are different in usage Sometimes a safe heaven to protect the face Which we can make a wonderful cover To make it to hide the feelings Both of hate and friendly feels The things are different on circumstances The cruel one can show a mercy face The merciful feeling in occasions The need of the hour is a wonderful mask To cover my face for a facial protection Where the heat is so disturbing Even to walk a few steps it is difficult Masks the humans found the masks at an early date Masks they made for playful needs They tried different sizes and shapes The wore in occasions of happy celebrations They like masks the colored ones They like masks the different forms of animals Or demons, or something else to make frightened Anyway a mask is a mask in every one Knowing well without a material we can create A mask that is not a separate but our face itself.