Personification

Holding the tail of alphabetic stream I came to the pen of words; Nothing was there except The invention of uprooted sentences Holding the root of the synthetic learning I came to the book of the self; None was there to greet but The screaming of poor truth on the day sight Climbing on the back of truth now I sip the lie I sip on the name of knowledge; Gist I earn chewing bitter gourd By the gum of heart I’m to the mimicry cord Threads of imitation decorate the trap of conceit For the charade nous the sipping of fact fails to knit ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 06/11/2022