The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite आप to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new दिन is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve आप been?”

With fanciful जवाब to all that आप ask,

I’ll always wait here for you,

Come back again.

I’ll serve आप a tale wrapped in shiny embellishments,

A story I’m certain you’ll never forget,

My task’s to perform, and yours is to relish it,

Through this, we can bond,

Though आप don’t know me yet.

Still, I’ll leave आप blind in your own admiration,

The glow of the stage, all that’s left at the end,

There is one और name for it - exaggeration.

I can’t help but lie to you,

My dearest friend.

So the curtains will part, as I don my disguise,

You’ll watch me with wide eyes that shine like the moon,

The attention from आप is what keeps me alive,

I’ll always remain here,

Please, come see me soon.


This one's the longest so far. I really try and take the ideas of "mask" and "performance" and engage the audience with a fanciful and rhythmic way of speaking, while दिखा रहा है the cracks of reality underneath.