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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