The Mask Poem by Dawngi Chawngthu
The Mask
Your voice
Coming over the telephone
Across measureless miles
Still remains a mystery
As always
I am
Once more at a loss
Searching for, maybe, a hint of tenderness
Into polite enquiries
Of how things are with me
I try
To decipher
Hidden meanings
Into words you speak
So effortlessly - hats off to you
I fail
Miserably...
None the wiser
As to how things are
With you and me
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