Mask | Anti Venus | VANDANA JAIN

Cool are the ways
Of a wicked smile
To receive it
Its crooked and side ways
Is misleading

You can vouch for
That man of years
To believe him
His self concerned ways
You say you're no wise guy

In and out from
The sham of layers
We protect our disguise
We play fools
We know we're impostors

We can decorate
And smooth our colour
Worm our way into lives
With words that
Speak of nothing real

Now come upon
A blazing mirror
Stare your mask down
Reveal your star self
There's no one looking here