When the face of truth gets blurred
by the mask of plausible prevarication,
The resulting image haunts the world
by its reeking reality and reverberation...
Vaibhav, your write is true, politicians love to blanket us with miasama. Well done. regards Bob
very great thoughts very meaningful...flowing with depth really brilliant thoughts you shared here very dignified, my friend 10+++ lovelots, Maia
hey...man honest....where u learned to write like that... its actually very very good Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades For ever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved Ulysses Alfred Lord Tennyson cheers and ten
excellent, compact poem vaibhav, all said in four lines! i really enjoy to read, what you think.great poem. ritty
I like this Vaibhav I think you have a natural talent to create a poem like this,10.
by its reeking reality and reverberation.........wonderful phrasing, exceptionally brilliant thought. i do admire giving u 10++, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
Dear, dear, dear you are not suggesting that politicans are full of B.S. tut, tut. it's a 10 from me