The Mask on the Masquerade.

If only the nose could smell
Humans, there’s a lot to tell,
So bad, minds do repel,
Barring the nose from foretell.
Eyes to what they see,
Ears to what they hear,
Hands to what they feel-
Thought is a lonely sea,
One engulfed with no fear,
With lots of secrets to spill.
Mouth, one with the task
To speak whenever others ask,
Interestingly, mouths wear a mask

Conscience, a lightly thick
Cotton, sometimes refusing to prick,
Sadly, face is only a soldier
Taking orders to act,
Mind, it’s dear commander,
Always acting a reminder
To expressions on what to do.
Evokes me of a father,
Who dished lies to his daughter
As to her, not having a brother
Meanwhile, there was another
Mistress, who bore him the other;
His words shadowed daughter’s mind not to bother.

Pretense regalia perfectly worn,
Brings out another side of one,
A side to which many have sworn,
That to showing it, they were done.
Life is but an empty land,
Human mind, a broken wand,
Words, reflection of the mind’s brand,
Actions, replica of what has been planned.
Sense organs are innocent,
Mind is the guilty masquerade,
Denting the face of its mask,
Misleading its carrying of tasks,
There’s a need to ditch the pretense gown.

Teach your thoughts to wear bandages,
How to grow is ‘be who you are… For
You are the best to ever walk this path.

Tomide Abdul