Truth is...

It takes some time for you to realize,
But when it hits on you,
It makes you wiser and not morbid.
It clears the fog of a new path too.


The fragrance of truth is exotic,
It sets your spirits free.
It protects the tender heart,
After all it's the fruit-
Of the forbidden knowledge tree...


Truth is that it will end up hurting you.
Truth is that without which you can't move ahead.
Truth is as fragrant as a wild rose,
Whose thorns will always leave-
Your soul and body deeply wounded.


But can life go on without truth?
Truth is that without truth-
Life can be picture perfect.
But then life loses its meaning of moving on.
This sadistic Utopian kingdom is something-
Which mankind will always hate.