Masks

Everyday she carried
Masks that were a little varied...

Sometimes the layers of makeup
Clothes with a little fake-up...

And Sometimes a smile...
That hid what she felt at that while...

The perfectly curled up hair...
Not much fixing up her fear....

Oh how kohl could perfectly line
The eyes that had lost their shine...

Walking on those pointy heels
Can she choose what she feels!!

For the world needed her to be fixed...
So that with her clones she could be mixed...

The mask made her pretty they told...
Never did she knew ,the scars were too alluring to behold...



Comments

Sonakshi Sharma said…
:) thanks... nobody cmnts here :P
18 February 2015 at 23:48
Ankur Bindal said…
:) i know thats why i did
20 February 2015 at 05:08
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