Beneath The Mask

The faces they wear,the glow of their ware
in life perfect artistes they are
beaming faces,polite words
for the sake of those who come and go
for we who remain,swears and abuse
we never praise them with hollow words
who come and go are of priveleged sorts
the depth of their shallow words will never be gauged
but for them sweet words and smiles
for we who serve throughout the day
our love is just a matter of course
our favours just part of a chain
for we are destined to live in servitude
they shout like wild of favours done
but are grimly silent of those received.

the uttered words pierce my sensitive being
like thorns,shedding my souls blood
to be master of oneself ,yet slave of others
my self pride can suffer no more!!
my mind bursts, out comes unspoken words
of thousand sufferings borne in silence
eyes speak of tears shed aside darkness
my twisted mouth forms silent words
of feelings repressed rebukes suppressed
my face speaks of my souls agony
of sharp blows dealt with pointed words

when the day comes ,when we are gone
it is then the know our worth
their faces tear,thier make up smear
those silent words find voices loud and clear
wind lends them wings taking them far
all might know of distress borne in patience
and shed tears while a silent soul departs!!