What do I know of man, than what I see?
Often he is taken to be one like me
While his true self like an ocean deep
Lies undisclosed with craters steep
His quizzical nature cleverly concealed
He remains a mystery, never explored
Beneath the façade of his polished self
Are designs malign in closed shelf
There is more to people than the eye can behold
Blind trust, therefore can invite dangers untold
Those so dearly held within our palm
May at our back, deceive without any qualm
ooh u have done it again........the mask of every human.........so difficult to see the real individual has become the bane of our society.........shallow and superficial.......great words
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Insightful piece of work... everyone must read this poem.
Human behaviour is an enigma. Without trust, we have no society. So, It hurts the most when somebody, so close to you, violates this trust. This belies our common perception and makes it all the more shallow. The subject has bee treated quite sensibly. Thanks. An illustration: He remains a mystery, never explored / Beneath the façade of his polished self / Blind trust, therefore can invite dangers untold.
A beautiful poem rich in thoughts and structure made an enjoyable reading, Valsa,
The last two lines sum up the reason why it can be so hard to trust another person. Some people live with that reality without undue distress. Others are bothered deeply by this flaw in our human existence. You are in that second category. I know I am. The mystery of our inner selves has two faces: one is deception and malign intent; the other is the unique soul and special interior life within all of us. Hamlet expresses this brilliantly when he tells the King's spies: YOU WOULD PLAY UPON ME. YOU WOULD PLUCK OUT THE HEART OF MY MYSTERY. THERE IS MUCH MUSIC, EXCELLENT VOICE IN THIS LITTLE ORGAN. We can all take pride like Hamlet in the beauty of our inner self with its mystery and music. But beware that false other face!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that unmasks man, his thoughts and deeds. With such an unfathomable man trust relation cannot be built. 'There is more to people than the eye can behold Blind trust, therefore can invite dangers untold Those so dearly held within our palm May at our back, deceive without any qualm'