Like smoke that cloaks the air so bold,
false triumphs hide the truth untold.
A mirage of success, a fleeting haze,
that masks the emptiness that it betrays.
Like shadows cast at twilight's fall,
true worthiness will conquer all.
The smoke will clear, revealing the flame,
and all that's false will be put to shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smoke and falsehood are temporary, they can not keep the TRUTH hidden for long.