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Friday, May 23, 2008

The Ultimate Truth

It is truth all the way for her

And my! Pretty blunt at that

Does she sharpen her words ere exit

Why do they pierce so?


Simple things that

Lies manage so well

She butts in the truth

Oh what uneasiness she renders!


In a world where time is so less

To change the masks

She walks without one

Oh how impudent!


None asks her for review

Fearing the exposure of ineptness

Cos in an illusion their life travels

A feigned blindness, that light will shatter


She walks with head high, true

Not caring the least the world below

Success and greatness are but subjective

And that way she is superlative


Yet it is her I turn to

For opinions and views,

For it is not the praises that I need

But anything that’s from her


Cos it is her criticism

That I take

With weight and respect

That none other could extract from me


And it is her praise that sends

Waves of joy and tears of happiness

That none other could give

After all godliness is, but the ultimate truth.

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