The Deserted Road
Gloated with its existence, Lie mocked Truth one day;
Folks yearn me more, despite your heavy weigh.
You are stark naked and I am well dressed;
I have the power to tarnish whatever facts stated.
Spreading faster than you, is my identity;
You are the deserted road, where no one found serenity.
Truth smiled and uttered, I am easy to remember;
I may hurt for a while, You blemish forever.
However petty you are, but lie remains a lie;
Truth always prevails, no matter how hard you try.
Copyright © Riti Mohapatra | Year Posted 2020
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