Enigma

That statue of stone
With its eyes, fixed at infinity;
The eloquence of its dumbness,
And its sky like calmness-
Seems to convey everything
One wishes to know of life!

Its vacuous gaze
Enough to stop my vagaries,
Taught to think of myself
Standing apart from my self
And I saw the different masks
Worn by me so far!
That too, but not to my wish-
To adjust myself,
To the vicissitudes of life!

Coming back to myself, I realize
My identity’ been lost somewhere
To thousand pieces –it has been split
Each playing a different role,
In those masks I chose to wear
How can I curse others, then?
If I seem to myself – an enigma!!