A Lie Poem by Poornima Kanasen

Seems genuine but not,
Questions different facets of truth,
But the truth is hidden beneath all disputes,
Left unnoticed, unattended and unclaimed,
The truth remains dormant,

In a world where satisfaction can’t be pronounced,
It dominates, it abides, and it hovers,
Feelings aren’t valued anymore,
A whole lot lays barren, spiritless,
Nothing is mere, lucid or veritable,

A lie speaks for another,
A well intentioned untruth is still a lie,
A lie is a lie,
No such thing as little lie,
Can’t be straightened, can’t be taken back
The way you yell into a forest, the way it echoes out.
You square up for your misdemeanor,

In the throes of calamity, life’s forgotten,
Untruth, a lie, stays real,
Instead of solidity and life itself,
When a lie is entrusted to us, unbidden,
Witness the threadbare of humanity…

A lie camouflages the truth,
Yet, the practice doesn’t vanish,
As forbidden fruit is the sweetest….