Show the mirror to your moral words
Tell, can you find but a damp’d cloth
Of shame and guilt,
That is sees an eye and touches a skin
Of the hands that know nothing
But conspires within their ‘moral heads’?
The cloth,
That hides just not what nature holds
As its beauty, hides more
The doors of hearts and souls
And the truth of your moral words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Titiksha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks