Undressed Truth Poem by C. P. Sharma
Undressed Truth
I am the attired truth
Ever conscious of dress
Dressing sense is my life
By dress, people assess
Naked, I am unwelcome
I am ever abhorred
Whenever I am not dressed
People draw sword
I am so possessed by dress
My truth is doubly dressed
In one, the life ingrained
The other, chameleon dress
San the first, I am ghost
Of it, I so much boast
Other, the roller coaster
People don't play host
Wandering between two posts
My undressed truth is lost
A leap into the infinite
Inner being is my signpost
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5/5/2024 5:07:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
If I interpreted correctly, you're saying that we're judged by our appearance. We dress ourselves up to present the image we desire. And we likewise dress our words and opinions to meet social standards. It is a piece on fitting in, with a touch of censorship. Very well written and insightful.10
Thank you Mike for your insightful comment. You have dived into its true spirit.