Burden Of Truth

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From church room confessions

to all swears and oaths and vows.

From secret chambers to open conventions,

the truth is what makes us bow.


                                                    The feeling of guilt that lingers

                                                    or remember crossing the heart with fingers.

                                                    A thousand lies you say,

                                                    in the end, truth wins the day.


Hide it, from the world or the god above

or sink it in some abyss unknown.

But by you, it will be always known,

Coming from your heart's deepest cove.

    

                                                      And in the end, the truth will surface

                                                      and will mock you and grimace.

                                                      Oh! now you take a vow and oath,

                                                      forgetting one carries the burden of truth.




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Sharad Koche

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