The truth is one thing,
what you remember another
Memories, real or imagined,
often masquerade as truth
The facts not having to swear
allegiance
And history not having to
atone
(Grantham New Hampshire: December,2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree because most of the times memories may not project complete truth but one feels that whatever one remembers in true. Thanks for sharing.