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I cannot suppress my Self,
Nor provide a deceptive facade to Self,
I instead allow my heart,
The freedom to speak without pretence.
Many have I seen around me,
Speaking what they don’t cherish.
Such feigned love I never profess,
Such feigned sorrow I never express,
Such feigned consolation I never offer,
Such feigned friendship I never practise.
Never do I put on the visage concocted,
Never hide or sugar-coat my anger,
Never hide or sugar-coat my hatred,
Never camouflage my animus for favour.
My friends call me a person “foolish”
For I am not worldly-wise,
For I never befriend a person whom I despise,
This is what I am;
This is how I live,
This is how I react;
For I speak without pretence,
I lay bare my feelings original,
Without transforming them,
To look civil and appreciable. |
