A hitherto unrevealed thing,
relative to which,
your doings are judged,
the deviations of your deeds from the, yet nebulous, so called, truth are measured, quantified and then given the deserving response.
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Truth is truth and is never our friend. good poem. thanks Bijay.
wonderful lines Truth might be old but is never our friend. It is a stranger who can knock our souls at any time, stretch its arms and ask us to fill it full. and its good to know that was inspired from the uncertainity principal, , ,