Truth is not available
In open market,
If you want truth
You have to search it,
You have to labor hard
Honestly and sincerely
Day and night to get it.
Truth is there as before,
Truth is not anybody's
Paternal property that
One can claims openly,
But you have to extract it
From all odds my dear,
And declare this is such and such.
Truth is a matter of feeling
And beyond words of anybody
You have remain silent
And observe the waves
That are here and there
Truth is as normal as life
And not wonderful, be patient.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Interesting perception. Could it be that truth 'is' available? But too few recognize it for what it is. And the ones who do, continue to refuse its acceptance because it offends. You have written a thought provoking poem, gajanan.