People told me to speak truth,
When I have spoken the truth,
They asked me, why did you speak?
I looked at them and said,
If you don't have the courage to listen the truth then why did you tell me
to speak the truth?
I was tired and wanted some rest,
I saw a tree and sat there for a bit.
I wondered what is truth,
looking at the tree's root.
A stranger was standing besides me,
I looked at him and he asked me.
What are you wondering sitting under the tree,
why is your face doesn't look carefree under this beautiful tree?
I asked him what is truth,
Why after listening it people show different root?
The truth you are seeking is not actual truth,
The truth you are seeking is a half root which can make people's mood good but can't be said actual truth.
The End
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Poem of the word which we speak
PoésieIt is my first poem so if there is any mistake then I am sorry about it but you can ask about it in comment. This book is all about the poem of those words which we speak once or more than once in our life. Before I starting I like to ask a questi...
