Although truth is indigestible,
Yet, it is everlasting and stable,
Truth is naked like new born baby
And falsity that glitter without savvy,
When one sees his face on,
Calm and placid water,
And when one sees his face on
Disturbed rippling water,
Truth keeps virtue and sublime,
Yet seems to be coarse,
Falsity is your chosen rhyme,
Initially a joy and finally a coy force,
Finally, I decided to adjust with nature,
I hate the game of quoits, ‘ring and win'
I will care my thought, I'll nurture
I'll keep my promises, away from sin,
I will care my thought, I'll nurtureI'll keep my promises, away from sin, If one remains away from the sins, he is a friend of God (Walliullah) . A lovely write.
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You have articulated your mindset and proposed for all a fine resolution here. A small poem that speaks a lot Aftabji.