Truth never held by barriers
Finds a way to rush out
The same truth sets barriers
Between friends, turning them lout
Fears no questions, same to everyone
This god's voice, the immortal's word
Though its virtue higher the skies
Has no value in this liar world
Truth, as sharp as sword
, though abrasions it heals……………
But awful for those
Whose secrets it reveals……….
But this sword blunt by lie's shield
Is defeated today in world's battlefield.
Copyright © Yash Shinde 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem