Who Will Dig The Grave? Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Who Will Dig The Grave?
Whom to tell I am right?
Whom to tell you are wrong?
I may be right but I may look wrong,
As my meek voice couldn't speak right in louder voice.
Can the truth ever be listened from a meek voice?
Can the lies be turned to truth by a stronger voice?
Today voice matters whether you are right or wrong.
Louder the voice, louder echo it vibrates.
Many truths are like written on sand.
Many lies are engraved in stones.
Many truths have remained sealed in dead lips.
Many tears have dried in dead eyes.
Many fingers remained pointed by dead ones,
Surprisingly it caught the eyes of none....
Many blood have dried from wounded heart.
Many souls today haunt in search of justice...
But who will dig the grave and find out the truth?
Who has the time to measure the depth of the ocean?
Many stories with all whims and fancies painted on plain truth
To make the stories more interesting and vibrating.
All are in competing with one another to make it more hot and spicy.
My dear why did you leave truth behind?
You should have recorded when alive.
Why did you wait for the last moment to spill out the truth?
When you are trapped how can you bring it to limelight?
Yes, I know the answer, its some last hope in you, made it do so.....
All I can tell is, truth got washed away along with the dead ones forever.
This will keep on going as long as hope exists, not because life exists!
The last breathe took away the truth along with it,
leaving the body buried deep inside the soil.
Truth often gets buried inside the grave itself!
© 2014 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights Reserved.
Many truth are like written on sand. Many lies are engraved in stones. well said
There are so many lines in this poem which are remarkable for the validity of thoughts they bear and also for their poetic beauty! ! Many truth are like written on sand. Many lies are engraved in stones. Truth often gets buried inside grave itself! To search the truth one has to dig the grave! Many truth have remained sealed in dead lips. Many tears have dried in dead eyes. Unfortunately, this is the truth! ! Great write, Geetha!
Can a truth will be ever listened from a meek voice? Can the lies be turned to truth by a stronger voice? Today the voice matters whether you are right or wrong. Louder the voice, louder is the echo vibrates, , ' this is the truth of the society these days, , , they only listen if you are influential, , it wouldnt matter if you are right or wrong, , , ,
Very true, most of the people- we burry the truth. Cause is simple - we can't stand it's glow. But don't worry, nobody has to unearth it. Definitely truth will come out, may be not today.
Let me just applaud this poem. Yes, the truth is often lost unheard and lies sometimes camouflages as the truth. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
truth has its own power even it graved by force..... very nicely written... some lines are very nice as it proves the depth of truth.... - shaleheen
Yes truth is buried many times. And lies are exposed. A poem to ponder and wonder on. Wel done pal!
Many truth are like written on sand. Many lies are engraved in stones. nice lines...10 truth may remain 'truth may prevail it shall never fail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 1:27:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The real truth you have brought out here.......Geetha.........who will dig the grave.....when the pathway to grave is filled with weeds and each weed looks like a piercing knife and the path in consequence a darting fear........ to tread it who will dare when doubtless other roads are there...........well composed......thanks for sharing............