Often, or every other day, same question is repeated,
That same why? But the answers remain still concealed.
Day by day, this stale life is taking hold of my
Breathe, someone said I” you are masked”; it’s true yes,
I am masked, my face which everyone sees and loved by all
Smiling forever it’s all a fake, and inside it I die everyday
I pray vigorously to stop this game. I am fed up of these beats
Pumping inside me, I won to hide my bleeding soul inside
This smiling face………..
But to the deep core of my heart I am lost and failed
This drama might end someday when, when this all cross the
Limits of my endurance, or maybe I have to endure more of it,
I don’t know but some day, maybe, I will wait for that some day…………………