If it is not lie
Nothing could be Determined
As truth
Believe me or not
Tell quiet loudly
You yourself a lie
Which fighting a long battle
To establish the truth
You yourself an infinite one
Has no death at all
And truth by its origin
Bogus all the pride and prejudices!
Pranab k c
24/09/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is not life and sometimes we get confusion to detect life. Death is truth. We should agree with it. A brilliant poem is well penned.10
Thank you sir for your warm appreciation. Regards.