Life’s a Masquerade

by Sabyasachi Dev

 

Am at the masquerade, folks!!

Under starlit skies and strobe lights,

Marijuana haze and bacchanalia daze,

Blitzkrieg of perfumes, orchestra and live tunes            

The dance floors afire …

As iron bodies over corroded spines

Doctor’s coats and hypocrite oaths

And business suits under mystic robes

Shady lives papered by dazzling smiles

Tattooed hearts but roving eyes

Salsa, boogie, jive and free style

But; gyrate clumsily with two left feet

To their own drummer’s beat.

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