Sand Witchd

Sand Witchd short poem

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If I tell the truth
I disturb her mind
If I tell lie
I lit her mind

I am often Caught in between
Truth and Lie

I get disturbed
if I hurt her
I get more then disturbed
If I hide facts from her

I am often Caught in between
Truth and Lie

I know the Lie
I am telling will not
effect her personally
but hiding the facts
from her troubles me
more mentally

I am often Caught in between
Truth and Lie

My confession of Truth
becomes her conviction of me
My hiding the truth
make her hero of me

I am often Caught in between
Truth and Lie

I know Truth is bitter
but I don’t want her to taste bitter
I know that the Lie is sweet
But I feel guilty of feeding her sugar free sweet

I am often Caught in between
Truth and Lie

I am culprit for not being frank with her
She is innocent for believing in me

Oh !! some body please fish me out from the
turmoil created by the whirl wind of Truth and Lie

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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