I was in class two then
when the boy sitting beside me
winked me with a smile
for a look, inside his bag
he opened for me
to see the darkness he had from home
To see the darkness he had in at home
the story happened some forty years ago
when darkness was the only wall for me
I wanted to cross
crossing
for the masked man
across the wall
who never made himself visible to me
in the light
once visited the wall side
with his mask on
and vanishes again
into nothingness
and created darkness
for me
so I wanted darkness
A bagful of darkness
for the man
for the mask
for the wooing horror
at the world other side
that had hid him
in the darkened tales
in the series of my mother’s tales
frightful proposals
That could cross
Without a mask
She told me
one wouldn’t have that road.
The quest won’t end up
with remaining light
darkness I quested
Hence For the road or mask
perennially, everyday day
inside the classroom made up
with light excerpts
of the day
Yet I saw a road led to
the school bag
stuff of darkness and a mask
I stole.
Then I was mere a child
with hues and cries
for that mask or road
Thus I return to my bags
my schooldays
which buries my childhood
along with a drawing
on a slate
of the mask.
