Know wheat from its chaff
12 March 2016
Snakeskin oils
Soak knaves, they grasp spoils
Teeth rotten
Tinged yellow
Their hearts of fear turned jello
Looting others’ toils
They would wear
Shiniest of silk
The face coarse
Intent greed
Within them flowers the seed
Of malevolence
Beyond looks
See the wilting heart
Dress code smart
Eye contact
A fading sheep seeks pretense
Wolf jumps over fence
Unshaken
The brave in truth’s foils
Purest white
Mind’s delight
Their hearts with love filled in light
Giving is their might
They bear tear
Of the journey’s ilk
The voice hoarse
The weak’s stead
Innocents their sheltered thread
Heart’s benevolence
Within books
See the beating heart
Simple life
Power’s strife
Of shepherds they bear the staff
Know wheat from its chaff
Reading of the poem:
Hojar – AlPha-X
Nocturnal Trip – AlPha-X
Sahara – AlPha-X
An Indian Summer – AlPha-X
Rain – AlPha-X
Blue Love – AlPha-X
Sometimes so hard to see things when we are biased. Sometimes our hope can even get in the way of seeing reality. Wonderful, Geetha.
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Very true, sometimes our very hope can be the worst fiend in the battle
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I wish we all had that sixth sense to know wheat from chaff! Loved it my friend!
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Thank you Dajena. I think we do have to some extent a strong sixth sense. What matters is whether we listen to it or not
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You are welcome Geetha, I always associated my sixth sense with my faith. 🙂
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Very cool!!
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Thank you!
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