The festival is here
The town is busy
All brightly lighted up with colourful lamps
The people were all dressed in costumes
Regardless old or young, all come to together to enjoy the mood
They all wore a mask on their face
You can hardly tell who they are
Behind those elegant and beautiful artwork
But…Once in a while,
You can only hear the person behind it…
Be it laughters or gossips among each other
They all seemed happy
Probably, if u are lucky…
You could peek at their eyes
Try to guess and see if you have seen that set of eyes before
As hard as you try to identify
There’s probably the furthest you can get



Noises of children and smoke of gentlemen’s cigars filled the air
And the women’s perfumes too
As if adding to the happy occasion
Little boys and girls running about, playing happily
By then more and more people had arrived
Now, Mothers can be seen holding their children tight
Fearing that they would be get lost among the huge crowd
Constantly, voices of mothers are heard
Telling her children not to simply trust and follow strangers
Because behind those well-made and fine masks
It’s hard to know who’s behind it
Let alone trust them
People can say the nicest things and might not mean it
Things that everyone would wanna hear
But the intention remains unclear
What do they exactly mean?
What do they want from you?



The festival has now ended
Everybody heads home
A mother and her little daughter packed their things
Ready to go home for some hot cocoa before heading to bed
On the way home, the little girl saw many expressions
Some happily walking home, some crying bitterly, some drunk and unaware
And even a mother crying and looking for the children
She looks up at her mother,
And smiled
She feels safe
Her mother looks down
Kneeled down and kissed her little girl’s forehead
Hands still clutching tightly to hers



`me