A Gleaming Scar

A Gleaming Scar short poem

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What? The moon’s beautiful?
Yes, ’tis so beautiful and
how fakely indeed, oh,
so foolish are the minstrel ,
to weave wreathes for thee.

Thou misshapen tenebrous orb;
What are thou so conceited about?
Thy brilliance is not thine own,
thou pilfer the radiance of the sun;
And glow quite unabashed.

Man, impudent thou art
to hail her elegance so sham.
An ugly ulcer with warts when lit up,
A scar so obnoxious is she,
on the face of the bejeweled night sky.

The creator Machiavellian himself;
devised the macrocosm artfully, tinge
of deceit pumped in bodies celestial.
Man sees what nude eyes behold, unable
To distinguish between the superficial and innate.

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A person who hates hypocrisy..likes fairness in dealings..and according to me a person must know to what an extent intrusion in a private boundary is preffered..
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