Li'le doth man know in this world to unwind,
Chasing name and fame's fake gems and jewels,
Knowing well, borrowed shine lasts but brief spells,
Few rest tuned in, to inner voice aligned,
Few care that but truth shines unhindered hue,
Few mind the eyes can't facts from fiction find,
Reasons from rags, good sense from ill-designed,
But man still trusts bare eye that has no clue.
Enough, no use in such shallows to swim,
High time to know, the truth far deeper dwells,
Scratch thine conscience that not but truth tells,
Swirl from depths to stir up crème de la crème.
The day ye wake up be the dawn of life,
O to begin journey unknown births rife.
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Sonnets | 02.12.14 |
Reasons from rags! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks dear reader poet, though I'm not sure about 'that bare eyes must see'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
High time to know, the truth far deeper dwells, Scratch thine conscience that not but truth tells, Swirl from depths to stir up crème de la crème. The day ye wake up be the dawn of life, O to begin journey unknown births rife........outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem on life and journey is brilliantly inscribed. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for appreciating the poem, which, to some it might sound like proselytizing, dear poet KM.