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When I was young, very, very young
I was taught to speak the Truth.
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was told to speak only the Truth.
To speak the Truth and only the Truth.

When I was young, very, very young
I rebelled and lived in a world of sin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I lived the life of a garbage bin
Speaking nothing but lies and untruth.

When I was young, very, very young
I was loved by my kith and kin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was loved by them in spite of my sin
Professing love which was only untruth

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
But I now speak only the total Truth
Now I am grey with body truly bent
But I now speak only the factual Truth
Though despised by kith and kin; both

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
and despised by my kith and kin
Now I am grey with body truly bent
I continue to be chastised by my kin
For speaking nothing but the Truth is sin.

Now I am old and worn out
Accused of creating controversies
Now I am grey and burnt out
Told of a time and place for realities
Doing nothing but laugh at their hypocrisies

So my friends let Truth be proudly told
There’s no such thing as a time and place
For truth to be boldly spoken and truly told
All time is the right time and all places the right place
To honour Truth; even though I suffer untold
Suri Ben Noah Β· Nov 10, 2012
Ben Noah Suresh
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Ben Noah Suresh  65/M/Madras, South India
(65/M/Madras, South India)   
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