Pain is a mask
Thou wearest, our bodies to hide
From fierce delight.
Error is a mask
The veil that oft conceals to sight
The purest light
Terror is a mask
Behind the wicked, ugly and vile
Thy beatific smile.
Sorrow is a mask
Our hearts that long and want and weep
Are but love asleep
Death is a mask Eternal life in us has worn
Immortal life, when life of transient things outgrown.
– Alok Pandey
