In a world where masks are often worn,
And two faces hide the truth, until torn.
Respect often goes to the shining gold,
Not to the souls whose stories are not told.
The ones we love with hearts so close,
Are often the ones who cause the deepest blows.
When happiness fills the air with delight,
Sadness reveals, reminding us about our plight.
Life's lessons come in two ways,
Patience in times when nothing stays,
And attitude when everything falls on our laps
Defines us in both abundance and in disaster clasp.
Comparison steals the joy from our face,
Focusing on our journey, we win the race.
Failure slaps us in public, a shame,
Success hugs us in private, nature's game.
Time may not heal every wound we hold,
But teaches us to live with pain, both young and old,
Trust is valuable, woven with delicate thread,
Once broken, "sorry" doesn't give life to the dead.
In life's journey, both bitter and sweet,
We embrace our path and let illusions retreat.
Truth is a mirror in a mask so sly,
Revealing wisdom as we look inside
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem