Truth Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

Truth



Truth has been bewildering light
this is going to occur again
and why or what spellings run
on a page,
but in a disguise
or we soon alienate to feel.

Self histories
are poignant, true and end to the last.

This morning I have two tasks
to create art and a poem
I just wish somebody brought
a cheesecake these winters.

Then it may or not go
with smoldering light filtering through
outside a whole sky.

Sunday, March 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art,truth
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