Let the dust be vacuumed,
To expose the polished beauty,
Not to be dusted with duster,
To spread the evil opinions further,
And make the people sneezers,
The dust is the dust, full of mites,
That can pierce the innocent fence,
To break away the spiritual defense,
Left in solitude to be quarantined,
Happy men may have sad thoughts,
The Courageous may have the weaknesses,
The weak may be stronger,
The gloomy face may carry good memories,
No one knows what hides where.
Wonderful. This reminds of Shakesspheare who said there is no art to read mind construction in the face. We all have facades. Thanks for sharing and happy new year
great write, the world is a stage and we all play different parts and different masks, but the thing is to be true to yourself and treat others as you would like to be, but it seems so many find that hard to do.happy new year to you and your familly.
Nowadays, the faces may not be the index of the mind. when we write sad poems, it does not mean that we are sad and at the same time when one talks about the God and religion, in actual life he may be different. so I do not like to label the people and poets based on their writings. I would like to read and enjoy the meaning of the poems! Thank you poets, who have made me happy, sad. mad and sometimes confused, still you all have done the right job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one knows what hides where-! Nice philosophical thoughts woven in your great write.!