MASK I felt always gloomy Thought that none is around me I felt when my mom covered me Covered me within her cloth to feed I was alone in the class of crowd Felt I am the lonely one Ne who doesn’t get any class The class went off my head I was not smart in the ground My early age was with village Village games that had to hide Hide as they were unpopular I had no dress that groomed Matched the fashion of the day So I was aloof under the mask Mask of a studious one less active I was not so bright and had no dream More of dread that made adjustable Love what I got as the best of all Not being creative – not my cup of tea Fear of failure and loss of courage It is me the end of the day I learned I was driven by chance and loss Lost in fate and thought that is life I kept smiling with mask of pride Shown as myself so courageous Hidden my failures saying always I am from such a background It is just half of my life now...