Life In a Mask
Keeping magic wands of happiness in hands
Why are we pleading for happiness outside?
We are the masters of our own happiness
And if mastered, will master the world in ease.
Bereft of courage there lived a poor soldier
Like a dear tiger living in a cow shed
Will he ever taste the tang of happiness?
Bereft of it why, for what he lived and died?
Without a bit of kindness lived a priest
Uttering the sermons like a fruitless tree
Piercing the ears of his faithful followers
Will, ever enter their empty holy hearts?
Bereft of any knowledge a teacher taught
Like a wolf who disguised as a pretty dog
He bridled his howls in extreme pain and shame
Never the chalice of pleasure touched his lips.
Peace and joy are not wangled for a price
They are the basis of your wonderful life
Never ever disguise yourself as someone
And ne'er live your life in misery and cries.
Honorable Mention in STRAND no 680,any form,any theme Poetry Contestsponsored by Brian Strand
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