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Hashtag Kalakar

Truth’s Tale : A Prism

Hashtag Kalakar
Nov 26
1 min read

By Ajjarapu Neeharika

Truth, an absolute,

Come forth to those who are resolute.

It rakes the heart and soul.

Only when one is not a ghoul.

Human, truth’s eternal pursuer,

No man is a loner for sure.

No matter the type of truth,

Couth or Uncouth,

Must pass the body's labyrinth behemoth.

Distortions and inclinations dangerously dangle.

There is no satiation in any angle.

Body, the sensory gate keeper,

Oddly presents truth as baser,

It's to defend the mind from the crude power,

With which truth operates at any layer.

A body shall go on a journey inward,

to inch toward

the ultimate truth

without getting scarred.

By Ajjarapu Neeharika

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