Neela Nath - Mask

When I needed a healing touch,
I found no one around,
I knew to grow what got was much.
I fought to prove me sound.
But now I am a budding tree,
I have some masks around;
They praise, they smile, they come to see
They raise me to a mound.
I keep false smile, put on a gracious mask,
I know, they know the thing, but they do never ask! !

Neela Nath

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mask-71/