Truth, No Slave To Discovery Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Truth is no slave to discovery,
Needs innovation, nor creator,
Nor yet a path-breaking inventor,
Nor is truth a fiction, nor story.
Truth stays put and can't be created
O on a blank page of mind's diary,
Conjured up, cooked nor conceived in head,
Nor can one write its obituary—
Truth always shines forth, a beacon red,
Untruth's born and no sooner is dead!

Yet, one that finds truth lights up a torch,
And every darkling lie comes to light,
One spark of truth's enough lies to scorch,
Most untruths bury under own blight.
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This piece is set in anapaest meter, unusual for a sonnet.
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Sonnets | 05.04.05 |