The Hour Of Truth Poem by lalitha iyer

Face it,
you have to
whitewash it
the words are gone
but the page is there
tear away the page
still they linger in the thoughts
Meditate, focussing on newer plots
yet, they surface when you sleep
appearing from the ashes of dreams
figuring out what we have buried past
some sorrow peeping from the burrow
which we have covered
deep inside the soil
to avoid confusing turmoils
manuscripts decay
diminish in the sway
but metallic inscriptions
seldom do retreat
more they are washed
treated with acid unabashed
they reappear with memories greener
and reminders sounding louder

you have to face it
it's only a second
or hour or a day or more
when your truths dance
upon the stages in trance
wildly protruding
unveiled..............................