Yes i lie.
Sometime to save myself.
Sometime to get respect.
Yes the mask of lie hides
my real face.
If that fall then i will be
all open.
I lie with eyes on eyes,
with smiles and with tears.
I lie everyday, every week,
every month and every year.
But when the light of truth
comes, the lie vanishes
leaving me helpless and
shameless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem