I won’t read the truth
Writ plain in bare lines
How can I then read it
Hiding between the lines?
Truth is a casualty
Where minds and hearts refuse to meet
Where artifice and interests
Glibly play their role.
Truth is there just before you
Like God
But we walk past
And dump it by the wayside.
[Apr 13,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many people want lies, that make them feel good and secure.