>≫≫Most Suffereing Souls

I know, I am less than the words You uttered in praise of me but Surely I know, I am more than The idea of me you conceived In your head, may be you are A sycophant or hypocrite that Does not, at all, bother me I concern not what I am really But it is definitely a cause of worry If I pose for what I am not. To tell lies to this world is nothing new Great sages and saints took this route Sometimes to save their life Sometimes to hit their business But your life is not a life As no pain is more unbearable Than the one you inflict upon When you tell lies to yourself.