Fold up your fist, luck plucked in palm,
Keep under wrap all hurts and harm,
Let not your face show pain nor stress
That no one dare proffer solace.
In sorrows, be it a sore flesh,
Keep smouldering red under ash.
Sympathies shown seem t'me fine art,
This world has lost a feeling heart.
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Reflections | 24.02.2019 |
I thoroughly agree with you! Now the people are not sincere. Their show of sympathy is often hollow! Though they may utter words of sympathy, in their heart of hearts they are happy over another's misfortune. If somebody performs better than others, for the very reason, he becomes an enemy before people and they avoid him. So it is better to hide your grief and put on a smiling face.Well said....!
A poignant, incisive and perceptive write. I concur with the powerful and meaningful thoughts of the great Poet. The world does not know the meaning of sympathy and kindness. Some display kindness for a show. A great poem from a brilliant Poet' s pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true, but going beyond what is said to what is implied, even if the world shows sympathy, it is good not to wear your heart on the sleeves as it were. Coming back to what you say, is it because the world is too much on competitive mould, rather than co-operative? Thanks indeed for the comments.