Lies

Very often when I sit on my couch,

I think of the harm lies are doing

To man’s mind and interior self

Beneath the citadel of bones and flesh.

Explorer of humanity beyond and below,

The reigning civilization torn apart,

With an interlacing of cultures,

Its absurdity of cliches

And their subjugating power,

I see the trenchant images of

Man’s resistance, revolt and defeat,

All painted bright with lies.

 

The innumerable guises portray

A world evocatively ambiguous

Where many are munching the bread of exile,

Prince and bedouin, ruler and emperor,

So unconcerned about the beauty of Truth

And all lost in the maze of lies.

 

Many are showing that they are living

For others when in reality,

Personality is double and charisma fake.

And when ground breaking discoveries are made,

And the lies exposed, the harm has already been done.

 

The star spangled sky cries

And her tears wash not the  lies

For the dyes are too powerful,

Unlike Truth which is colorless.

 

Lies, however loud and bold

They stand, are soon conquered by Truth.

Truth hates the spine-chilling eeriness

Of lies, her garments and ornaments

Creating illuminating moments

To beguile the mind, smiling in glee.

Like mounds of snow,lies melt

And the Spring of Truth comes again

With the bees and the blossoms.

 

pramila khadun

This entry was posted in Poetry on by .

About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

6 thoughts on “Lies

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *