Today the earth rotates around a tricky path,
Few dark specks are on canvas.
And, faces behind the masks are such,
Even the imminent full moon gets hidden ...
The green rains get wiped away by unwanted fog...
Faces get lost ...
Masks multiply in numbers ...
In between the faces and the masks
somewhat
exists here a series of prolonged living.
And, in the crowd of masks, I , all alone
continue searching for faces.
