A Sonnet On Lies
A SONNET ON LIES
Tell me the lies that can't be caught.
Becloud the truth that can't be sought.
On the road once taken, you can't untrot,
If smokescreen breaks, Let light be brought.
Let amends be made of your self-begot,
Make my day! Make my day! Let deception rot.
If you choose otherwise, don pretty white lies,
You'd soon realise, that choice wasn't wise.
Shred open your guise, I'd pierce your eyes,
Till your vanity dies and consience cries.
'Cause that that is, can't be that's not.
And you know a road taken can't be untrot.
Don't wish exoneration that can't be sought.
Tell a lie! Tell a lie! That can't be caught.
March 13, '11
3:30 a.m.
Copyright © Pallavi Khera | Year Posted 2011
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