Hall of Masks

We are in a hall of masks;
lost our heads long ago,
somewhere, hereabout,
in the midst of masks,
those should be lying,
lisping some unheard truths;
our masks deter our efforts
in finding out our heads
and shoot a thousand head-aches
of the heads unfound;
chinnamasta shies away
having tried and failed
to give us hints.

We are in a hall of masks
searching for a thousand reasons
instead of our one head that will count;
perhaps we are afraid we may find it
and postpone the chance of the unexpected;
the masks are in search of our heads,
to hide them and belie our eyes;
That one head, our beloved head
should reach us soon, in spite of us.

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Srirangam V Mohanarangan

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