THE MASK
So, I have been reading this amazing book on NON-VIOLENT COMMUNICATION. To be honest, I assumed this book to be little boring and be like a regular motivational book, i.e full of lessons and just lessons.
But this great book covers so much more then that. It has one amazing thing that I greatly love and that are poems. Seeing the title and cover of the book, nobody can assume it to be full of this great of poems. And what why we have always heard " Never judge a book by it's cover".
When I started this book, I was liking it tooo much but now, I am loving it. And now I would like to share a great poem from it, that I believe tells us how we have lost ourselves under the mask we wear of the society for the society.
Held in the slim hand whitely
Always she had a mask before her
face-
Truly the wrist
Holding it lightly
Fitted the task:
Sometimes however
Was there a shiver,
Fingertip quiver,
Ever so slightly-
Holding the mask ?
For years and years and years I
wondered
But dared not ask
And then-
I blundered,
Looked behind the mask,
To find
Nothing-
She had no face.
She had become
Merely a hand
Holding a mask
With grace.
-unknown author
P.S.- If you want to know more about NON VIOLENT COMMUNICATION, read the blog of @kunalkankhare. And I suggest that you do :)
Thank You
Hey @komal, it seems interesting. What is the name of the book and the author? I would like to read it as well.
The book is "learning the NONVIOLENT COMMUNICATION" by deepak chopra :D
I hope you really buy one and read :)
Muka transparan
tidak, wajah tanpa topeng :)