It covers the heart
claims all things
makes a mockery of beauty
unsuspecting , it waits
acts , claims
I can, I do , I know
pours scorn on the world
like a big bastard barnacle,
yet when prised from it's hold
it's gone
do not run after the covering
thinking you are naked
it's left you as you are
pure, beautiful,
why do we claim to know all
when we don't even know
who I is ,
confounded arrogance
stealer of hearts.
Edited to add.
Oh what a gift it would be
to see ourselves as other see. ( Robbie Burns)
And yes Mumukshu
the tongue , smallest member
most difficult to control.
Gem of a poem , deals with a subject that everyone wants to avoid yet know more about .....deftly handled and artistically delivered ....I like the Robbie Burns part very much ...