Feigned truth

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

I have seen,
With these eyes,
All that scene,
That was sin.

I have heard,
With these ears,
Talks not worth,
From our dears.

So startle not,
With any thought,
That what I said,
Is everything rot.

All around desert,
Where water is first,
Mirage is the truth,
Quench your thirst.