The Mask…

a poem by Vandita Krishna

Lonely… is sometimes what we feel
in a room filled with humans
at a place with so many faces around
we chat, we smile even pretend to enjoy
but beneath that mask
those two brown hunters crave to find
a heart, a mind
that’s pure, that’s kind
with whom we can we can share our sorrows,
share our joys
take off our mask and be simply us,
but more than all this
break this cage of loneliness
which lets others in
but doesn’t let us out.