Verity Poem by Ashly Raju

Reality is a paper
That is going to be torn.
It is easy to hear
As tearing the paper.
But hardly easier to put it up.
It is a blank sheet
Which gives no sense.
It is a photo frame
Without any photo.

Like the hidden sun
The verity darkens its face
To congregate with the time.
It reflect itself like the mirror
But to a blind.

The truth lock itself
With the key of time.
But once it will stand up
Towards our eyes.