Insecurity is the fabric,
From which a shown pettiness is made.
In places created based upon images,
And competitive looks with impressions to make...
Few live lives seeking good deeds,
Just to please their spiritual beliefs.
Color of skin, eyes, hair and texture of it,
Is sold to market.
With hopes those with insecurities like these,
Will eventually find themselves...
Appealing.
Sexually.
All of it is petty.
Yet,
That is what petty is.
And many find their comfort to enjoy,
A pettiness sought to satisfy arguments to start.
While attempting to protect their insecurities,
They believe no one sees...
Kept in their hearts not from them to depart.
Insecurities.
The main fabric that destroys relationships.
And denied to excuse them,
As reasons conflicts start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem