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"Wear A Mask But Do Not Wear The Mask"

Pandemic hit the world,
People got scared,
People were anxious,
Everybody was concerned,
Economy was ruined,
Jobs were lost,
There was crisis,
agony and
despair,
They say wear mask 
People wore masks, 
People had been wearing the masks, 
Since the very beginning
The mask, 
That wasn't visible 
The mask, 
That can only be observed through deceit, treachery and hypocrisy. 
It's the mask that everybody carries like a sword, 
The mask which conceals the reality, 
Reality of relationships, 
Truthfulness of emotions, 
Reality of the world. 
A world which is surrounded by the masks. 
The mask which is lethal, 
The mask which will leave no stone unturned to harm you, 
The mask is worn by people around you. 
It can strangle you with the duality of truth and lie. 
The mask is a serpent 
A slow poison which will suffocate you, 
The mask is worn by people around you, those who claim to love you. 
The mask is lethal
The mask is a serpent 
Wear a mask, but do not wear the mask. 

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  1. Ahhh.... It's the sword that even cuts but the blood isn't spilt.. it kills and the body isn't buried. This is so relatable... Thank you for your words love... 💞💝♥️

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  2. Your grip on words is so incredible. Keep writing such exceptional pieces.

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