Many people live with a mask on their faces, hiding their true faces from the world, for reasons known to them. This poem is about one such person... Who am I, Why am I, No one knows I will follow which road! An organ lying below my lung Makes direct contact with my tongue And holds me back From reading books of my life, lying on the rack. My heart is a well of secrets Keeping secrets there I don't regret; From what I feel To whom with I deal Is not known to a single soul Not even my dear mom! So much lying in that muscular space No one knows I'm running in which race, No one, mean No One Has ever guessed what I feel for anyone Even if they tried They never got the answer right, Though I've friends whom I trust I tell them many things, but not every crust! Some bitter experiences of the past Left me alone in a ground which was vast To collect all alone, my belongings And then I decided - never again will I b...
"To Acquire the Habit of Reading is to Construct for Yourself a Refuge from almost All the Miseries of Life" -- W. Somerset Mougham