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The Hidden Truths

Looks can be deceptive
What is visible might not be true
There may be hidden feelings
Some might not feel what they do.

Who are we to judge?
Who are we o comment?
It’s better to keep our mouths shut.
Than to later lament.

We can’t see all,
We don’t know everything
There are hidden truths
There are links within links.

A.

Human nature is to criticize,
Human nature is to blame
We love to prove ourselves right
We love to put everyone to shame.

We think we are the best
We think we are always right
This tampers with our judgment
This narrows our sight.

We love those who love us
And we hate those who criticize
We love o hear praises
Even if they are all lies.

We support those who praise us
And ignore those who try to change us
We don’t even stop to think,
That the latter might be trying to help us!

We are quick to blame
But slow to forgive
We are quick to hate
But slow to love and let live.

And then when it hits us,
We try to apologize.
Then we realize that the ones who truly love us
Are the ones who used to criticize

We say sorry and hope to be forgiven,
But we realize that it’s too late
Our well wishers have vanished
And left us to our fate.

B.

A person might appear something
And be something else
We admire the pearls
But who looks inside the shells?

Pearls are beautiful externally,
But do you know how they are made?
They are formed due to irritation,
They are formed when dust is laid.

We admire the diamonds,
But who likes coal?
We worship snakes,
Who goes inside their hole?

Nobody is perfect,
No one is sans fault
No one is what he seems to be,
Everyone has a secret vault.

She might appear confident
She might seem to consider herself above all.
Yet she might want to be loved
She might want affection like a doll.

She might appear to be haughty,
She might seem to be a brat.
But she might be soft on the inside
Did you ever consider that?

We are quick to judge
We are too quick to blame
Yet we never stop to think
That our reason might be lame.

Just because she appears to be over confident
Doesn’t mean she is!
For all you know, she might be all broken inside
But that’s a fact we miss.

She could be the lowest on self esteem
And could just be putting on a brave face
She might appear focused
And yet be in a daze.

But just coz we are “close” to her,
We feel we know her all
Though in reality, she might be a mystery
And we might not understand her at all.

But did we ever bother to try?
Did we ever bother to really know her?
No. because we are too busy making judgments
We have no time to understand her

And by the time we realize our mistake,
She has gone too far
Now, we have lost the opportunity to get to know her
Coz she’s no longer in our power.

Fed up of our non caring attitude,
She has withdrawn herself from us
She is upset that we never bothered
That we considered her a fuss.

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