The hypocrite continues to pick out the deficiencies within myself,
His arrogance envelops me like the burning of incense in a confined room.
It increases in its smell as he increases in his hypocrisy and as I decrease in my speech...
I realise...
There is no need for a mirror to speak to its reflection.
Thursday, 10 July 2008
The Hypocrite
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2 comments:
nice poem
yeh, nice, short, snappy and effective!
please brother, make more poems please, i love reading poetry.
jazakallahu khair
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