Everybody knew the man,
He was a famous artist,
He achieved great fame and fortune throughout his life,
In that pleasant morning
The renowned artist drew a picture with rapt attention,
He took a long time to accomplish this.
As he completed it,
He found that he had minutely drawn his own portrait,
But it was actually different from his original stature.
He looked lean and pale in the picture,
Though he was indeed smart and glamorous in his appearance,
Being disappointed, the artist was ready to tear his picture,
Immediately he heard in his conscience a sharp voice from it,
"Don't tear me,
I am true and real,
Look into your inner soul,
You will understand the truth of this portrait,
Yes, in spite of your wonderful success in life,
You are blank and empty in your heart."
The artist was completely stunned
And he stood in disbelief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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