Life Stories Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

She lost interest in life stories.
There being holes in each one of them
Holes, lost chapters, silent chapters
And chapters dyed in the colors of lie.

Not because no one is truthful.
But because truth is colorless
Bland, uninteresting
And similar to the truths of all men

For ages now, men have been telling lies.
To each other and to the posterity
Bearing truth in the innermost corners of the heart
And taking it to the grave with their death