Truth
25-Jul-2021
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Geetanjali Gautam
"All the world's a stage!"
Or so the line goes many a foolish sage.
Few to be prudent jesters.
Topsy turvy! In this peaceful facade,
Conventional wisdom bequeaths,
A wreath of thorns,
To one who seeks bountiful golds,
Masked by fools.
To be able to walk
You must tumble!
If you wish to run,
Endure a paced crawl.
Because you see, love,
The cosmos of wisdom hath long overdue
Gazed upon the pens and swords ,
The era of truths,
Undone by wisdom and fools.
A bloody pen,
In King Midas' hand
Has naught worth weight in gold .
But for Aristotle to write with swords
He must carve integrity in
blots of dull words.
Blind your visage,
amongst the center stage .
You'll see bloody pens,
and ink blotting swords .
The truth should cleave,
roots of the problem
Carve out ignorance,
or it's indoctrinate absurdity.