Truth And Untruth
A Aniruddha Pathak
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In today's world— coins no more minted pure,
Those minted not worth the metal they're made,
E'en forgers have a hard time to endure,
Why, all else in world's made of paper grade.
In a world where truth has no place to be,
Where falsehood with its head held high walks in
A place of choice and with undisguised glee,
No fiction this— it's a gold-standard scene.
Falsehood, everyone's better friend than truth,
A new age friend today's man lives in bliss,
The once faithful friend, Truth, no one doth miss,
For, spirit of age pervades, spreading smooth.
Hardly when humanity truth perceives,
Falsehood cosy in creature comforts lives.
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This poem reminded me of Robert Burn:
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, the guide of youth,
If there's another world, he lives in bliss,
If there's none, he made the best of this.
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Sonnets | 04.02.04 |
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