The layers of mask called skin,and beneath it is an ugly face..
Yet looking at the child with mask,all that was heard was laughter..
Fool he was,he too laughed along..
For laughter was atleast there..
And walked away,to his lone home..
Looking at the bed,now bare of anyone,in the simple hut,
He asked himself..
Am I ugly?
Underneath the mask?
There was no one to answer,as he felt light faded away from his sight..
May be that was the rest he got .
