Mask

The nurse forgets her mask,
and the boy reminds her to act
according to the masquerade.

Morning, the morbid wind
(the boy calls it so) blows brown
leaves in the yards
and green curtains in the room.

The oxygen level dips a bit.
The nurse brings some flowers
the day next; she has her mask on,
but in this act we all can
perceive her from those eyes.

-Kushal Poddar