All shades are, for sure
Lovelier than their base colour
Silent thoughts are demure
Until disturbed by psychic valour
A smile, meaningless and dull
Andan act which is stupid
Are yet complacent and full
Despite being null and insipid;
All gestures and modes of being
Come up comely, sane and lucid
While honest goodness does spring
Through the prism of intent placid.
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A nice poem indeed, Vidya. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks