Lies are lemonades
In the galaxies of time,
The truth taste like limes;
On a tongue, it drops a dime…
It is ugly at the prime
But lies are just for crimes.
The school of truthfulness
Teaches black and white lies
On my paper notes
Truth I learnt not from books
Nor prose of enormous lines
Are from the embodiments of lives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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