I stood in front of the mirror
As naked as could be
The goal was to make an estimation of me
I saw eyes
That overlooked truth for lies
In order to prepare a drink
For lips
That greedily sipped
To strengthen breasts
That harbored contention
To energize feet
That blindly followed the path of dissension
I stood in the front of the mirror
After scrubbing vigorously
The goal was to make an estimation of me
I saw a face
That was searching for forgiveness and grace
To be prepared with strength
So as to cleanse a heart
That had been ripped apart
In order to open a soul
That held the key
To unlock a truth
That launched real freedom and beauty
If you break into laughter, I won’t join,
Facing us right now the need to hands join
And, fast, stripped body cover up to loin;
Neater clothes to fetch for the man’s bared groin
And no less veil for his wife’s announced loin…
Perhaps you want them to Adam rejoin
Or right there as wedded couple conjoin!
Mad beggars – yes – for as cheap as a coin:
But which shop picks from filthy hand a coin
And which food seller attends to leaked groin?
Then it’s a much fake concern: your tossed coin
Unless a cool, thousand of it you join
No! none is here
vacuum flask only everywhere
clown mask dances on darkest river
burning water over there
fire and fire! the bared fire
on the bank of departure
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Note:- About Rohingya refugees fleeing violence in Myanmar
So I can't sleep tonight,
I take the time to write.
These things within.
How have you been?
Pass on to your story,
I'll listen, so no hurry.
Anything that I won't tell,
I'll never repeat or sell.
Anything thats placed in trust,
My seams won't ever bust.
Speak for I'm your friend,
No need to pretend.
I sence your pain within,
You don't need to hold it in.
So yes I sigh and you cry,
Those tears don't lie.
Never give up what's yours,
Not if you truely do adore,
What you hold above all.
I'll catch you, if you fall.
These thoughts ring as we talk,
Surviving the things you've fought.
I claim the words I share,
For this is truth to what we bear.
Nothing but a moment between,
The things we've larned and seen...
my heart and soul goes down
bared for eyes
hidden behind words
try deciphering my puzzle
the riddle of who I am
can you see me
my truth
few can see
but do any completely see
are these fears showing
is there a crack in my mask
my riddles spell out truth
behind the words
clever I believe
do I know the truth
any truth