Ah the naked eye,
Cannot see thru,
The human wall,
Of perversity,
How deep can we really see?
We are such fiends,
Behind the scenes,
We don't even want the means,
To cultivate,
The flowers of sincerity.
Tis a rare thing indeed now-days, to really get to know someone and open up and share sincerely. Our eyes merely scan the surface. Great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I tried to say something like that too in my ''My own walls'.The greater problem is Is there a naked eye? Is objectivity within human's posibilities, especially in our complex world, where even scintist can not find out the reasons of what happens all around us, imagine how difficult to do the same when it concerns inside us!