You read a chapter from a book,
Epic in size and content.
And now you are convinced...
You are prepared to lecture,
On the life of the author?
One who's life not a second did you step!
With or near or 'in'?
Or spent a moment out of breath amazed!
There appears to be many like you,
Who are quick to judge...
Opinionated with assumptions.
And ready to declare yourself authorized,
To wear one's shoes as if any mind...
Can squeeze into them!
Only to realize,
That surfaced research does not unearth depth!
Dedicated:
To those who service, share and condone participating
in shallow relationships just to mask a loneliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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