Echoes Behind the Veil

Perceive me rightly, and the truth is clear,

But judge in error, and the path bends near.

The thorns of tone may cut with fleeting strife,

Yet petals lie beneath, a gentler life.

I hide the tempest beating in my chest,

For masks of men make sorrow seem at rest.

The world adores its glitter and its show,

While silent hearts conceal the depths they know.

Is this the cunning hand of passing time,

Or but a mirror cracked by fate’s design?

For even truth may wander, lost from sight,

And fade in shadows, veiled away from light.

                         __Aqib hussain