The Mask
Mask ....
I love wearing mask it hides my poking
nose ,
And protects me from the sneezing doze.
It takes the safety limit to the sky ,
But I don't know why
I love my mask ?
Because being at home is a gruelling task .
At last ,
the world I would like to ask ,
When will we take out the mask?
When will we show our beautiful faces?
And will there be no covid cases?
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