Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
The moment a feeling appears
Next moment it disappears;
What up to is the mind of human
Whose attitude changes often.
A heart’s mirror, yes, am I
Well within, a watchful eye
I notice the fickle-mindedness
That partially reflect falseness;
Outwardly the viewable image
Reflect as it is, at every stage
I can grasp the inwardly tricks
But by heart, I feel the pricks
Outwardly, though appear smart
Inward thoughts, a deceptive sort
With ego-centric initiatives
Preferring self-centric objectives
I cannot tolerate, but I need to
I cannot speak, but I need to
If I could utter an impartial tone
I need to utter words, that atone.
Ashok Chakravarthy Tholana
