The Mask of Shame

Every moment and each, I put on;

For every heinous torts that darken

The lives of my angels by my kind, my kind that fake the fame

I put on, involuntarily, the mask of shame.

Superior, admired, in demand, the greatest of all

For my kind are men, my kind that howl 

The falsehood of superiority so lame

And for it all I put on, dolefully, the mask of shame.

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Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame on Nepal

My kind a jury, a jury of my angels

Where my kind the judge, my kind that strangles 

And fulfill their cheap thirsts, for no act that’s tame

In despondency I put on, ruefully, the mask of shame.

Do I deserve? The mask of shame? 

Or the angels: mothers, sisters and daughters whose life they inflame 

Will my kind ever recon? That they themselves are to blame

Or will I decipher to corpse? With the Mask of Shame!!

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