You are right.
You did nothing to me.
From where you sit assessing it.
And from your point of view,
That keeps your vision narrowed.
With an approval of everything you do,
That keeps a truth deluded...
As it escapes for deceits to pursue.
I was wrong to think of you comprehending too.
With a broader consciousness,
One that evaluates what one does...
That affects what someone else,
Interprets as mistakes made.
But like other things about you,
You are afraid to remove a playing of charades.
And that's the way our mind relays.
You are right.
You did nothing to me.
You've done it to yourself...
With a consistent persistency.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem