I am sure

I wont be recognized

by any one

because

my face smiles an age.

That one mother

gave me once with a

child's mask

keep changing

day after day

moth after month

year after year.

And

turning gradually

smudging like the mask

at my drawing room wall

once father bought from a fare

to teach me fear

then I was a child.

He wore that mask

and roared like a tiger

and inserted

courage against fright

in to a quick breathing heart,

declaring a complete man,

of his another mask

I pirated him,

to wear his mask

to walk like him.

I m sure

people don't recognize me

only, with a face

nor do I recognize them

masked on or off their faces

of time and task

betwixt knowing and unknown,

until,

faces are classified

masks at different walls.

(A gift to Mitu)