Speak not a word of truth

 (Poem)

Tapas Sarkar

Listen,

Truth is not always a beautiful thing, 

As not all beauty is ever true. 

The truth we know what we perceive,

But, what we cannot perceive speaks a million truth;

With truth we try to be perfect,

With perfection we pretend to be truth,

We live in illusion of perfection to be at the top

Or to make some others perfect we never stop; 

Not a truth is always truth,

It flickers like a bushfire, it gets burnt, it dies,

Again it gets reborn, it flies, and it flies...

More you play with it, far you go away from it,

More you come closer to it, the farthest you live without it, 

Truth is endless with no border line,

A body is too little to measure its pure divine;

So, what to do!

Living with no truth?

Or, a truth with no trust! 

Ok, worry not a drop,

I have a solution-

"If your journey is long like an endless horizon,

If your story is unhappy like a footpath death,

Speak not a word of truth, they won't hear;

Rather, you be a moth simply harvesting the nights,

Or, soar up in the sky like a chatak (clamator) smelling the rains,

But, speak not a word of truth, let it be unheard;

Because, neither you, nor the truth has an ultimate sense, 

All you, I, and they do is simply living and acting, 

And complicating the ways of perceptions;

So, to the way of perfection speak not a word of truth, 

Let your truth be unspoken, let it be unheard."