When one becomes familiar,
With an honesty felt...
That has sincerity and depth,
It is difficutl to accept...
Pretentious substitutions.
Even the ones that come,
Overdone...
And self indulged,
Reek before a word has been seeped,
To encourage communication.
One taught and experienced,
Has no taste for any of this!
With an ability to feel truth existing,
For all it represents and is to be.
There is no keeping an 'is' for what it is...
Kept hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem