Truth

It is pure as milk
But sometimes makes you sulk.
It is not a hulk
But it’s the real bulk.

It is always eternal
And many a times internal.
It is not a mortal
But it’s precious as a coral.

It is difficult to embrace
Those who have done disgrace
It looks full of maze
But it’s always under gaze

It is always under scrutiny
Sometimes leads to mutiny.
It is not a tyranny
But decides many a destiny.

Rarely is it loved
Barely is it understood
Hardly is it valued
But it’s the real truth.




RAO