Pot Calling Kettle Black Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim
Pot Calling Kettle Black
The Pot Calling The Kettle Black
Poem by: Freeyad Ibrahim
The genius in the land of blinds
Are seen blind
For he sees the things another way
They see
They hate him though he makes them honey
For they see not the honey
but only the stings of the bee
A sane man among the insane
is like a sunflower
Seen in the eyes of dwarfish plants
and thrones as haughty and thorny
For no sin committed but …
He is turning constantly with the sunlight
Seeking the utmost height
Keep in mind
All great minds were seen mad
In the eyes of the mad
Until the mad realized that
It was they themselves
Who were mad.!
Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
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4/25/2024 5:49:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
They are called mad, since they can never realize that they are mad, they oft realize that they are not mad at all, here goes the poem not to my logic, methinks. I apologize IF I am wrong, but your words created here, makes the poem passionate loveliest.5 Stars Full Vote! Having read and thought constantly, but sad enough, I am still looking for the logic. Thank you so much for sharing this profound thought-provoking poem. God Bless you.