Innocence becomes a tool
They plot, control and befool
So brilliantly mask is worn,
Confusion cannot be born.
Under the cherubic face
Blooms hate, with a faster pace;
Praising with millions of ways.
Then mask falls, innocence fades,
Abstruseness that it displays
Reveals its self and betrays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition of words embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm with artistic brilliance. Betrayal veiled with innocence is aptly captured in the poem. A brilliant creation. Thanks for sharing Mohammad and do remain enriched.