When I hear any one speaking about me
It surprises my ear, my heart, and my mind
How can he know me when I don't know myself
You can see my outer self,
But you cannot see my inner self
In secret, I weep, cry, mourn, and fear
Though not shedding even a single tear.
MyKoul
It's like when Jesus said 'Love thy neighbor as thyself.' If we don't love ourselves, how can we love our neighbors?
Excellent thoughts, and well expressed. Sometimes we don't even know ourselves, so how can others know us well?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inner self is always secret, very difficult to know. Nice and philosophical poem dear Younus.