The golden mask
Made with iron
Blackened inside
Dazzling outside
The golden mask
That answer with care
Every question you ask
But too hefty to wear
The golden mask
Which makes me
Bewildered and weary
At the evening dusk
The mask that please you
The mask that doesn't offend you
Which I take off so willingly
In the peaceful solitude
K.K.S.M.KULAWARDHANA
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