For Truth For Falsehood Poem by Neela Nath Das

I can't stay in bed
after the Sun-rise.
I feel warmth which
pulls me out of my
sleepy bed,
Perhaps to open before
me the panorama of the
greens, the faces of
the smiling Poppy,
Pansy and of course
of sunflowers.
The snow-wrapped peak of
the nearby mountain
says me hello.
The roofs of the houses,
the serpentine narrow
roads zoom out,
so close that my
hands can touch them...
Just like you,
so near
but very far,
almost like mirage
or the quick sand.
who knows what's true
or what's false?
neither death, nor life.
Still, I can't stay
in my morning bed,
for the warmth
which wakes me up
for nature, for you,
for truth, for falsehood!