A fake smile, a fake hug, all to please people,
There are times we fake even a dimple,
Just to belong to a bracket of society,
All this with a wide fake generosity.
A fake hello, a fake nod of acknowledgment,
All made up for other person’s enjoyment,
At the cost of one’s heart bleeding,
Just to show them of our belonging.
Was it the raindrops on your face, in the rain,
Or was it a teardrop that I saw, when you stood in the rain,
You were always good at faking happiness,
When all what was happening in your inside was sadness.
Tear away the mask you wear so often,
Put out your real face, let it not become an orphan,
Do you have to cover up your life with a veil,
For don’t you too want to simply sail?
Is it the people’s judgment you fear,
Is that why the mask of well being you wear,
Fear not, I hear the voice inside,
But its the exact opposite I feel outside.
Will you let me inside you, if not others,
Let me wipe the tears away with peacock feathers,
Be true, to me, your ownself with dignity,
For once, drop away your fake identity.