Irony of an invisible wall
That day.. I was scared. I didn't know the one behind. Hidden beneath all the shades that one, constantly changed. Smile on face, smirk on break. Laud at you, aloud behind you. Sometimes nice, Sometimes wicked wise. Who are they? Its hard to say. For, they wore a mask. Why is it? I ask. Today.. I'm still scared. For, I know the one behind. Different shades they wear, but all beneath the ear. Silver smile flashing, nose and mouth exposing. Sneeze or cough you hear, terrifying than a nuclear. Speak to you, right on face. Close to you, like nothing's changed. Shocked to see! Them, roaming free. For, they don't wear the mask. Why is it? I ask. In deep contemplation, Divya Venkatesan