I once looked for beauty,
Just like every one else,
Thinking it would bring me joy.
However I thought it would bring me happiness,
I will never know,
I was always left wanting more.
Never would I have realized,
Kowtowing was was not my way.
Iniquity was served from this mindless flattery,
Longing for something more,
Searched for something few actually obtained,
Eventually realizing what it was.
yearning for what I needed,
Over looked for so many years,
Understanding and intellect.
That was the beauty we were seeking for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true.. keep up the great insightful work