Am I telling all lies?
And what is a lie!
Is this life
Detector of the lies?
Is this body not made of
The air, the water, the earth,
The light and the sky?
Are all the components
Of the body not truth.
Am I not toiling
With the lies of the world?
Here there everywhere
Am I not getting romantic
Flavours of my ancestral trees?
If my father, his father and his fathers
All are not the products of that tree
How can I be?
Charge not any one
False allegations my dear.
Give some hopes of life,
Provide the necessary items
Of livelihood that have
All sanctity and loveliness
In this couryard of truth.
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I would like to translate this poem
Provide the necessary items of livelihood that have All sanctity and loveliness In this courtyard of truth.....nice poem indeed...thanks for sharing dear poet....i invite you to read my poem A DREAM......aakash