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What is Truth?
What is truth, Where does it reside?
Is it mere appearance or bride dyed-white?
Was Gandhi the truth or the Dreams of Freud?
Or did you find it when the infant cried?
In Slaying Slogans of Soldiers' Pride
Or in the mistakes which a child hide?
For me, truth is like a naked bride
You veil it as a corpse in graveside
Tis' Unbroken, Wrapt in spider's hide
Mother Instint'll be there to guide
Go deep to search that treasure in mines
Indeed you'll see it between the lines.
Copyright ©
Vidushi Sahu
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