He learned the art to lure one and all
his sweet talks are mere plans
he is eloquent and smart
he thinks all are naïve
the smoke screen is on
the day wind will blow it away
and the reality will emerge from behind
there won't be any respite for falsehood
As falsehood is bound to perish when pitched against the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, what you said is truth and nothing but truth.