Lies are sweeter from a toddler's lips
This too is part of competing skies
It fathers politics, Nurtures error
A potent tool for touts misdemeanor
Its bread and butter for a few
Is a kin of sin and vice's crew.
Its colour is black because of its deed
It turns white and all law defines
As it saves life at a times of need
It breaks all relationships, It builds too
To hear a little bit of decent lie
We often tend to woo.
The vicious wrath of beloved face
A pack of pleasant lies can certainly
Turn it to a mousy floral grace
To test the elixir of loving paradise
Its a must for All married husbands
To learn the art of polished lies.
Life is not built on Yes, No, plane
Its not even a zero sum game
In-between clarity and ambiguity
Ignominy stays along with fame
When Virtues are neighbours of vice
Lets not be abhorrent to spice up life..
At times... And If need arise...
With little bit of "White' lies.
©Sachi, July-2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When Virtues are neighbours of vice Lets not be abhorrent to spice up life.. At times... And If need arise... With little bit of " White' lies. very nice poem. like it very much. tony