Prison Of Pretences - Poem by Suraj Samtani
For some strange reason, &
Despite the changes in season,
You still try to conceal your vulnerabilities, &
Only reveal your special abilities.
As if being weak is a punishable sin,
As if you fear judgment from your own kin,
You wear your best facade every minute,
Restricting yourself within a very disciplined limit.
If only you stop this self-imprisonment, &
For once free yourself in the present moment,
You will realize who is the strictest judge, &
From your futile principles hopefully budge.
Through your masks I can actually see, &
Have accepted your blemishes with genuine glee.
I know you want to seem bright, &
Soar your reputation to an unimaginable height,
But I now plead you to forfeit your self-battle, &
Release yourself from every shackle.
You will then realize the value of your labored pretences,
As you don a new perspective and sink to your real senses.
Even in the dirtiest of shades, &
Even with the ugliest of grades.
You will still be respected,
You will still be appreciated.
By being unmasked, unpretentious, unguarded, and unapologetic,
You will alas experience abundant unprecedented frolic.
This is an assurance from me,
Who conceived you to be.
Comments about Prison Of Pretences by Suraj Samtani
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You