Truth is bitter and sour.
Speaking it needs power.
Talking straight is never
a habit in the cover
demanding sincerity ever
Lies come in a clamour
Facilitating them with glamour
has become a passionate amour
bringing with it an exercise of grammar
elaborating with feign demeanour
Truth is slow and is a struggle
With an initial setback and bungle
it falters in every possible juggle
then gets ahead deliberately in a snuggle
never pushing in a through a smuggle.
Lies are quick and shining
coming in tens and hundreds in teasing
as one lie leads to another in piling
setting the stage for rigging
culminating in an illicit trafficking.
With that lies being an easy format
men chose to go by that stat
gaining in terms in no mean brat
while truth is no mean doormat
fighting a very difficult combat.
As such the eventual lies live short
with ostentation and glory bought
but with truth being caught
by jugglery and manipulation of sort
has a life long-standing above all thoughts.
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Meenas Poems 