Mask a raid of a masquerader
and it creates a new self:
true identity is soundlessly shelved.
Dancing to the tune of 
the cacophonic world,
hypocrisy, cunningness and vices alike
lie hidden beneath some anonymous guise:
powerless and voiceless;
incapacitated to rise. 

O! Masquerader, wear a mask. 
Subconsciously, for you, it shouldn’t be
a herculean task.
When you need to be 
cautious and conscious,
you are unconscious
to the maddening hue and cry
and to the deathbeds where
many relationships lie to die.

But you say, 
wearing a mask has become 
an onerous task for you today.
You feel smothered and suffocated.
You feel dictated:
It’s just a piece of cloth.

Oh! The irony!