Tuesday, 17 February 2009


Greed fills the heart

Amity is a mask

Just like any other mask;

We wear everyday

To hide our hideous self –

Our ugliness – our lust.

Why the urge to look beautiful?

Why the urge to please?

Can’t one be at ease with one’s natural being?

The moment we accept ourselves as filthy humans;

The moment we look inward,

To our inherent grimy self;

Only then, we can lose the mask.

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