Poetry

Our Truth

It’s the wicked world we live in

Obscured by different values we do or do not believe in.

Sacrifices, patience, benevolence are just mere words

Greed, avarice, cruelty rules the crust like lords of swords.

Searching true selves amidst these is like passing through labyrinth

That may cause confusion and dereliction within.

Going deep down we come across many cellars and crypts

That may hold the key to riddles of life, of dead’s and of myths

We might shake and shiver owing to the thought of what lay ahead of us

But there is always a glimmer of hope beyond this road to infernal region.

                                                                                                        ~Anamika Dev Roy

                                                                                                       Ranchi, India

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