I asked you
sometime ago
'Why don't you lie?
One more lie...
to lie is easy!
you did it so many times
I never mind such a lovely lie
that you love me
and that you can't live
without me.
lies are beautiful...aren't they?
like rainbows, like mirages
and like distant horizons.'
But you never said it.
I was depressed
till realised one day
that you're always afraid
of telling the truth.
You may tame the truth
by lulling it with lies
and prevent it
from bursting out
of your heart.
But so oft I felt
the blurted out
chilly nitty-gritty
sprinkled like rose-water
on my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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