All of a sudden came infront of me.
Fearless, bold and daring was she.
Opened all her clothes one by one.
I stood still, momentarily stunned.
Started dancing with horrific pose.
My body sweated, my blood froze.
Razed anyone who stood in her way.
Static, outstreched bloody Lies lay.
Myth got wounded, profusely bled.
Fiction hastened with fractured head.
Falsehood hid behind proud Vanity.
Vanity veiled himself with Humility.
Without delay deceitful Deceit fled.
Headstrong Ignorance lay dead.
Witnessed her many ugly stance.
Today I saw Truth's naked dance.
Truth can be stark naked...Shocking and making blood freeze sometimes! But as Truth begins her dance, Deceit will die! Great metaphorical write! !
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I would like to translate this poem
this is your wonderful poem and i agree with valsa george what she had said about this poem, a really great metaphorical poem, cheers