Seems genuine but not,
Questions different facets of truth,
But the truth is hidden beneath all disputes,
Left unnoticed, unattended and unclaimed,
The truth remains dormant,
In a world where satisfaction can’t be pronounced,
It dominates, it abides, and it hovers,
Feelings aren’t valued anymore,
A whole lot lays barren, spiritless,
Nothing is mere, lucid or veritable,
A lie speaks for another,
A well intentioned untruth is still a lie,
A lie is a lie,
No such thing as little lie,
Can’t be straightened, can’t be taken back
The way you yell into a forest, the way it echoes out.
You square up for your misdemeanor,
In the throes of calamity, life’s forgotten,
Untruth, a lie, stays real,
Instead of solidity and life itself,
When a lie is entrusted to us, unbidden,
Witness the threadbare of humanity…
A lie camouflages the truth,
Yet, the practice doesn’t vanish,
As forbidden fruit is the sweetest….
A sweet lie is liked by everyone, whereas a blunt truth is disliked by all.
poornima, its deep and profound...good work...wish u read some of mine poems too...keep writing...
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I would like to translate this poem
whatever a person camaflogues to establish a lie, the truth will surface in time to nail it. ur anguish on lie is well apprecisted. posted 10 for u surya