The mask

[Milad alam]

Sometime I think myself
And became wonder to see
That the planet is no more real one
But pretends to be a real one
By wearing a vague mask.
Every day I meet a bunch of people
Who have already lost their originality
By wearing this cursed mask.
This is the mask
Which persuade us
To think like a robot.
And this is the mask of cruelty
Which makes us like a stone.
And took away
All the emotion
From our heart.
Moreover this is the mask
Which insist us
To give false expression
In every now and then.
Oh the Great creation of Almighty
Look thyself
In an intense way
Only then you will notice
That you are no more
Human being
But a cursed beast.

[Tahsina]

OMG!! This is just like a poem I have written quite some time ago, the title is - 'Masquerade'.
They were going to a
Masquerade
All wearing masks.
All happy masks.
She put on and took off the happy mask.
She was wearing makeup.
Wasn’t it enough?
She looked into the mirror.
Couldn’t see herself in the reflection.
She rubbed her cheeks, her forehead,
Her nose, her chin…
She had a mask on.
And she couldn’t remove it.

[Afroza Akhter Tina]

...both the poems are unmasked now  beautiful indeed!




Afroza Akhter Tina
Senior Lecturer
Department of English, DIU

[Shampa Iftakhar]

Tahsina mam,

You have unmasked your hidden quality. :)Great!!

[Tahsina]

Yes! And this poem has been published!! 

[Afroza Akhter Tina]

 






Afroza Akhter Tina
Senior Lecturer
Department of English, DIU

[Subrata.eng]

Tahsina Ma'am,

Why aren't you writing more? The poem is really a good one to read.