Written by Antaryami Mishra
Going to compose some lines on truth
Is facing a stern looking judge on accusation
Viable volubility fading fast , losing count of shortcut path
No foreword , straightforward reply reared realization.
The song of life derives diction , accents , rhythm therefrom
The gong of gathering stormclouds faint, normalcy however restored,
Many a times, mentors crop up, learners pause to perform
Anecdotes added, narrative swollen, the kernel remains unmoved.
Sincere search, prepared for turns – gyrate man to sainthood
Faithfully following calls of conscience calls for God to neighbourhood
No war, no triumph over others – seem to be cajoled
Gold mine even in a slum makes everyone proud.
A song of truth for truth sake is mostly bitter
Bird of truth sans wings of imagination, no bird rather.
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