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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

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Writer. Buddhist. Feminist. Looking for freelance projects.

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