Amongst the smiling masses
Who’s querying stares we sometimes meet
Are surfaces hiding secrets
Faces fail to let us read
Some withered shells descriptive
Telling tales of their endeavors
While others guised in mystery
Somewhat poisoned by life’s flavors
Our experiences are what define us
And define our very being
But let’s not berate ourselves too quickly
As is life the end or the beginning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem