Lid
ACHINTYA Sural
Kolkata, West Bengal
Clouds veil the moon’s soft smile,
Clothes wrap the body’s grace.
Curtains hide the home awhile,
Greens cover fish in their place.
Anger hides in a cunning grin,
What’s in a mind, none can tell.
A wig masks the bald within,
“Ads cloak faces just as well.”
Darkness swallows the day’s bright glow,
Eyelids shield the weary gaze.
But with no skin for eyes to show,
What could one use to amaze?
A lid keeps food from growing stale,
Yet hunger plagues so many lives.
Clothes may hide where modesty fails,
But not all have what survives.
The lids expose what’s hid inside,
Lies reveal theft in disguise.
To mask ignorance, words must bide,
Silence becomes truly wise.