Those who stand by their promise of delivering the lies
Weaves a mask every day with the convincing fibs
Parched wound and the wrapped gauze still fresh memories
Lies weren’t the sponge that could absorb hurt
None can drink from a chasm; an agony of unknown depths
Masks cannot mask lies but shorten the lifespan of truth
By exposing the vituperative languages and their intentions
~Amitav
