I do not know
How many know me
How many
Recognize me
But I know
When I speak truth
I get brickbats
I am so adamant
On my principles
Even after getting hurt
Continue speaking truth
Because I know
There are many people
Who are honest
Love the flavor of truth
The moment
I lose a friend
I make a new one
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
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