Low esteem will inflict.

People in cities are migrants,
Necessarily faceless, rootless.
To show their faces and hide their roots,
They appear more than they are,
For which they earn any how,
Inflicted by low esteem syndrome.
To live in peace go to your village
In the end with no need to pretend.
22.08.2010.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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