Blemishes seek the mind out from the truth.
They give an inferiority to the person who has it.
A person often tries to hide it,
But can’t,
For out it peeps,
Glaringly open to the world.
It maybe a budging stomach.
It maybe a stained shirt.
It maybe a over weight golden necklace,
Dangling from your neck,
Like toy hanging on to a giraffe.
It maybe your fake dancing skills.
It maybe the truth in your words.
For often, truth doesn’t make any friends.
It causes much hurt,
For people try to hide their blemishes,
And hide themselves behind it.
Know that it won’t be of much use.
For blemishes become a part of yourself,
Until and unless they are completely wiped off.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 