Millions of masks on this earth,
Each so vivid and so beautiful.
Behind each resides a silent soul
With the deepest stories untold.

The masks get carried away with time,
But the souls remain,
forever the same.

They search for other masks and with it other stories.
And the stories get buried forever,
Leaving behind the greatest of its glories.

Me and my inner self
Are two worlds wide apart...
And in this hour of solitude,  
I've become one with myself.

The poets tell me to be free.
In this dark dark world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I listen to their wise words.
I listen to the clinging of the chains holding our worlds apart.

The poets tell me to be free.
In this bounded world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I decide to free myself.
And stretch the wings which were cut down by demons much before this day.

Still the poets tell me to be free.
In this painful world,
The poets tell me to be free.

I listen and I cry and tell them,
I have no means to be free.
The poets smile.

They give me their poems.
They give me their songs
They ask me to sing along.

The poets sing of freedom
In this free free world,
I sing of freedom.

Its strange when we belong to someone
And yet are far....far away.

With tears in her eyes,
she told,
"I've loved a poet."