Fractured Truth Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a city of neon, where shadows collide,
Zara sought truth, with fire as her guide.
A journalist fierce, unyielding, bold,
Her pen like a blade, her stories untold.

Arman, her love, with ambition aflame,
Dreamed of a city that bore his name.
With code as his canvas, the future he'd mold,
But the cost of his dream? A soul growing cold.

By day they were lovers, by night, a divide,
Secrets and silence, a truth Arman'd hide.
Zara uncovered the depths of his sin,
A system of power built thin as skin.

"Surveillance for safety, " he'd justify,
But she saw the cracks—his truth was a lie.
Her heart was a battlefield, torn and frayed,
Between love that once was and trust now betrayed.

Enter Samir, the artist obscure,
A Sufi of walls, his words to endure.
"Unmask yourself, " he urged her to see,
"Only in truth can your spirit be free."

A riot of protests, the city in flames,
Her exposé brought Arman to shame.
Yet when his creation began to destroy,
They fought side by side, old love employed.

Through wires and servers, together they raced,
Erasing the harm his system had traced.
But justice demanded a price be paid,
Arman's ambitions at his feet were laid.

And when the dust settled, their paths pulled apart,
Two fractured threads, mended only in heart.
Zara pressed on, her story her shield,
A lesson in scars that time won't yield.

"Truth is a blade, " read graffiti on stone,
"Cutting the false to leave wounds of your own.
Yet where you are wounded, healing will start,
For only in truth can you mend the heart."