Allegory Poems-7 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. Truth as a Shattered Mirror
Truth fell once from careless hands
And broke across a thousand lands.
Each shard reflected partial light,
Each claimed the whole, each swore it right.
Bleeding palms held fragments near—
The truth was sharp, but still sincere.
To see it whole, we must accept
That no single piece has ever kept.
2. Ignorance as Comfortable Darkness
The room was dark, yet warm and still,
No edges sharp, no thought to thrill.
Questions slept beneath the floor,
Silence asked for nothing more.
Light knocked once—then knocked again;
We called it pain and barred it in.
Ignorance is not blind fear—
It is the dark we choose to keep near.
3. Wisdom as a Costly Jewel
The jewel lay deep in narrow ground,
Guarded by loss and years unbound.
Those who reached it paid in sleep,
In broken pride and promises deep.
It shone not bright in crowded halls,
But glimmered soft behind life's falls.
Wisdom is wealth no thief can steal—
It costs the life you thought was real.
4. Lies as Borrowed Clothes
Lies dressed well in borrowed skin,
Stitched from half-truths worn thin.
They fit the moment, masked the cold,
Let coward hearts appear as bold.
But seams gave way with time and strain,
Truth left naked, bruised with shame.
A lie keeps warm for just one night—
Morning demands your proper light.
5. Education as Opening Windows
A window opened in the mind,
Letting in worlds once left behind.
Dust rose up, the room felt small,
Walls admitted they weren't all.
Each lesson broke a silent lock,
Let daylight argue with the clock.
Education is not filled space—
It is learning how to see the place.
6. Books as Silent Mentors
They spoke without a single sound,
Taught by waiting to be found.
Each page held lives I'd never live,
Answers no one else could give.
They never praised nor judged the pace,
Only offered time and space.
Books do not demand belief—
They lend their voices to your grief.
7. Vision Without Sight
Blind eyes traced the shape of truth
By listening past the noise of youth.
Darkness sharpened what light dulled,
Heard meanings others overruled.
Seeing is not the eyes' command,
But how the heart learns to understand.
Some visions bloom when sight is gone—
A deeper seeing carries on.
8. The Price of Knowing
Knowledge asked for more than years,
It took illusions, took the cheers.
Certainty died, comfort fled,
Old gods fell silent in the head.
Yet in the ruins, calm was born,
A mind no longer fooled by dawn.
The price of knowing is never kind—
But freedom favors the informed mind.