Photograph credit: Abhijit Das
The masks that hide our faces
Have started to reveal so much more
Too scared of one another
Relieved to not smile at the other
To say most are suffering
Might be a joke for some
But isn’t that my brother
Just from another mother?
What’ll happen in a month or so
The end of this year seems too far
The thought makes us all shudder
And yet, we can’t be each other’s rudder
Masks might come off soon
Or never again we will see faces
If we don’t do this together
It’ll take a lifetime, and another
Let’s talk at anoushkabhartia@gmail.com
