There is no art to find
The minds construction
By mere looking on face.
You really can't judge
A book by its cover.
Love them all but don't trust anyone.
I love those who love me and
I hate those who pretend to love me.
You get friends who are
Cursing to see you down.
I just wish my enemies a
Long life so that they could
See my success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem