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Behind The Mask

 Behind the clouds 

Is the hidden sky, so far,

Behind the plasters,

A nasty scar,

Behind the curtains, 

Are bright windows 

But behind a mask -

It is not for show.

Not until you tumble into the trap, 

Stay trapped there, in disguised gloom 

Without realising it -

And then go deeper and deeper 

To discover what really looms.

Then realisation strikes -

How they behaved, how they feigned

The hidden meaning behind every wave 

You've found it.

And the rage,

You try to stifle it with much courage,

But instead, burn down the page,

And whoops - that leads you to your cage.

But in the end, the mask is gone -

To reveal an atrocity, so from it begone

Don't explain, on its own will it dawn -

Upon others, just the way it did on you -

Ignore their every scorn.

Just wait for their mask to be openly torn.

Comments

  1. VijayaMay 13, 2025 at 11:31 AM

    Excellent Shriyan. I don't know how to praise u. God bless you my dear. and always with you in all ur activities. Anbudan Viji patti

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  2. T.SrinivasanMay 13, 2025 at 5:20 PM

    Behind the cloud,behind the curtain......behind the mask a different poem bringing out the nature of human in disguise. Your observation and experience for your age and expression through word are appreciable. May God bless you Shriyandhaa .
    Rom
    Pushpa patti

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  3. AnonymousMay 13, 2025 at 6:47 PM

    Well expressed

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  4. PushkalaMay 14, 2025 at 10:40 AM

    Awesome ., Incredible ....still unable to believe how could a very young girl write abt the nature of human behaviour with so much of maturity.. Great going Shriyandha,,,,👍👏

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  5. T.SrinivasanMay 14, 2025 at 11:30 PM

    👌👍👌
    Self confidence and inner peace can alone preach patience and positivity against the hidden beast in some people
    Malika mam retd SRC college professor litrature dept

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