See Yourself in Them
One thinks she is in sorrow,
but she feels relief.
They say she is impure,
she knows she is neat.
One presumes she is lonesome,
She might not be in anyone's need.
One pities on her agony,
She feels delighted with ease.
One believes she is starving,
She devour as she feels.
Her life seems to be in chaos,
though she stands there in peace.
When we see ourselves in her,
We'll know who she is, indeed !
but she feels relief.
They say she is impure,
she knows she is neat.
One presumes she is lonesome,
She might not be in anyone's need.
One pities on her agony,
She feels delighted with ease.
One believes she is starving,
She devour as she feels.
Her life seems to be in chaos,
though she stands there in peace.
When we see ourselves in her,
We'll know who she is, indeed !
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I wrote this poem with a woman in mind, she was standing at a platform in the Bucharest city. I took a picture of her as she stood there motionless. I tried to comprehend the possibility of her being happy while thinking how I would judge her if i wasn't the author.