The Truth Poem by Kassem Oude

The Truth



To C. P. Sharma

Does always truth hurt
Savvies who invent
Distanced as dirt
As trickers comment

Mob is innocent
Does believe easily
By heart he relents
Fights truth zealously

Good fruits rarity
Weak candles in a storm
Ignores them society
Yet they're the top norm

Doomed heretics
Yet first believers
Sorrowfull tragic
Aspire for better

Progress related
To causes conclusions
All changes are rated
We live we call on.

12/12/2008

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 30 March 2015

I enjoyed reading your thoughts. Thank you. Peace.

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Rachel Butler 20 September 2009

Distanced as dirt As trickers comment Rachel Ann Butler

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C. P. Sharma 12 December 2008

Ohhhhhhhhhh kassem, to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! it's you in me A wonderful poem expressing the deep agony of the sacrificial soul. Truth circumscribed by the earten chain We feel its pleasures and also its pain A lamp removes darkness of the room But under it the dark shadow of gloom. CP

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Mimi Fakhira 11 December 2008

very nice and deep. I like it.

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