I know, no sorrow <br />can sit in your <br />mirthful heart. <br />No dirt governs <br />you, even in dream. <br />If there's any <br />sentiment wrapping <br />yourself, that's <br />feigned, your <br />altar ego, <br />subconscious mind, <br />play the game, <br />to rob your fame. <br />In one fine morning, <br />when the sun will <br />come out breaking <br />the net of cloud, <br />get out of your <br />feigned skin. <br />There, I'll be <br />waiting to paint <br />a kiss on <br />your forehead <br />with love!<br /><br />Neela Nath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/get-out-of-your-feigned-skin/
