Thursday, 10 July 2008

The Hypocrite

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.


Anonymous said...

nice poem

Anonymous said...

yeh, nice, short, snappy and effective!

please brother, make more poems please, i love reading poetry.

jazakallahu khair