Mask
Once there was a masquerade in our local community
which people may call magua
what did I know
it will run and jump meter punfully helter-skelter, I think
glass.
What did I know sometimes tonight the world is more
than a cow's skeleton or somehow it's skull or gaol
or Jawous.
I think time without number I too will approach something
to make of it a glance or let say task.
Now, does it fit for me to fold hands and retract back
or surrender or sometimes due to failure stop?.
Ah! It seems like sometimes masking is a miracle?.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2024
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