Last man to approve lies
That is I.
That poor bird is there
On the top of the mango tree,
My word it likes.
I am not careless as you see,
And I am not in sorrow not in grief.
I am the first man of Truth,
Wherein lies my identity.
A poet once said 'to write poetry is to show your heart to the world' Your piece is beautify with deep touching words.
I like this bird on the mango tree being the warden of your truthfulness...* *
Truth is a wonderful virtue and it is important. The poem is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To thine own self be true. Nicely written poem.