When I needed a healing touch, <br />I found no one around, <br />I knew to grow what got was much. <br /> I fought to prove me sound. <br />But now I am a budding tree, <br />I have some masks around; <br />They praise, they smile, they come to see <br />They raise me to a mound. <br />I keep false smile, put on a gracious mask, <br />I know, they know the thing, but they do never ask! !<br /><br />Neela Nath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mask-71/
