The Masks.
Looks are an alibi of the under trials.
Smiles are facial lines drawn,
To cover up and conceal structural defects.
Words are winning sugar candies,
Melting moulding minds into scapegoats.
Tears are like treacle toffees,
Made through a chemical processing
Of lachrymal compositions,
Sticking one's emotions with others'.
Ready made laughter chips,
Bring a new look to the monitor,
Rendering the original guffaws defunct.
There are new privacy protocols,
For protecting the true face,
Through the Book and the Time
Of the Electronic Face.
Seeing without being seen,
Seeing what one is not really seeing,
Are new lessons in visual communication.
The varied veils of modernity
Always have their whereabouts hidden.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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