They would love to see others,
For what they are not.
To be those figments,
Of their imaginations.
It would be easier for them to exist,
If claims made were true.
But they know little,
Of that which they speak.
And 'this' what they do...
Reflects upon their limited visits,
With comprehension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem