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.