Truth

a poem by Priyanka Sharma

Truth is a barbaric business
in this standard of existence
where touts and agents
subsidize it, and decide to act
on a path that is otherwise.
A part of debauchery
lies is a point of view
some call it compassion
others call it benevolence
but an untrained mouth
can destroy all those indecrepancies
in a single swish
of indecent applaud.
If the world needs to
believe in its incandescence
the flame of truth
continues to burn-
in our minds
in our satiety
in our existence.