Leave alone that one you saw,
I have more beneath the hidden veneer;
Care not about what you heard
And mind not that's near,
For you may hear another twice as bad,
Or know of multiple others tucked away.
Leave alone my youthful conceit,
You never can know it one bit,
For I have a pretense thrice as much;
A whole maiden world full of such,
And cache of deadlier stuff
That you never can fathom even its half!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem