No Mask

No mask has ever fitted my face, 

though compulsorily it is to drape one’s visage,

thus naked my features have remained

at home, 

at work, 

and in prayers.

No paints have ever suited my physiognomic traits.

The rouge revolts against teeth and lips,

and kohl runs riot on lashes and eyelids,

suffusing my eyes with a soot-like substance.

No words have ever withheld their revelations.

They howl their way out

despite bridles and intimidation.

They resonate 

and reiterate,

overlooking every type of exclamation. 

If I Were a Queen

My students continued to stare at me,

pondering over my words, 

in a state of disbelief,

some faces betraying shock, 

others questioning the practicality of my revelations.

I reiterated that if I were a queen – 

yet emphasizing the impossibility of purpling my veins –

I would give up my crown and jewelry

to build orphanages and proper houses for the less fortunate.

My attire would be simple

since extravagance costs multiple millions

that can accommodate every homeless citizen.

Besides, innate grace does not need an expensive outfit.

A Paper Lantern

If I could only be 

a floating paper lantern,

sailing on a placid stream

for eternity,

emanating gold everywhere,

yet escaping the maliciousness of the human species.