Living Fake Poem by kanav justa
Living Fake
Of the deepest sorrow
Of every dollar that I borrowed
To the stars I take a vow
But but let me ask you now
What's wrong with an old shirt
and a bed sheet with some dirt.
Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its place
Or a filthy dry face
Scent of a socks that is old
some yellow stain that remind us of gold
And the holy waterfall, leaking from the tap
And the sound from a stomach that raps
Why should I appear to be clean
Dress up well and look a little mean
And then again I look at some star
To ask, , Why can't we be who we are?
Why can't we be who we are?
A fresh voice which gets to the heart of who we are, a simple life brings much happiness! Love it! !
I like the thinking behind this one. It's a lesson on the bare essentials and the dangers of taking the book by the cover. A genuine poetic outburst which is refreshing.10.
Dear Kanav, I really love the angle of your thinking and the way you embrace it into a beautiful poetry. Deep to understand but real. Keep up.
A very interesting write that make us think your thoughts from new perspective. Hope to see some of your fresh works very soon.
A very interesting write that make us think your thoughts from new perspective. Hope to see some of your fresh works very soon.
Yes I am so with you. Just why? Such a truly beautiful write Kanav. No new words from you. I Hope your sun is shining.
It is always commendable to accept ourselves as we are! But we have to be clean in appearance for our sake and for others sake! A neat appearance is preferred to an unkempt appearance. At the same time there is no need to be showy or extravagant about our dress or possessions just to impress others! A very practical view of life, different from that of ordinary youngsters!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That is powerful. I loved the comparisons. Really the ways of old life compared with the ways of modern or I should say the life of child compared with the life of a so called social person.... I would say that shows simplicity, innocence and kindness. We can be what we are. Nice poem