TRUTH

How many times I'm told,

of bygone era, days of old.

How many times in my mind,

I said it was hard to find.

Goodness and honesty I've tried,

pitilessly butchered! Oh how I cried.

name and fame without a fight,

buried mercilessly in the night.

How many times I'm told,

of honesty worthier than gold.

Many a times in my mind,

I knew it was not hard to find.

How many times I've told,

take the warmth and give the cold.

Words and actions all the time,

is priceless than a hungry dime.

Prasenjit©1997-2011