i dreamt of yoking a blemishless horse of truth.
&
at the threshold of my budding youth
i dreamt of yoking a blemishless horse of truth
to the chariot of my life on its journey through time
to adorn a life of divine bliss in its purest aspect
but, alas ! the valiant steed of 'truth' failed miserably
even to pull a few meters on its labyrinthine ways
and my chariot got stuck in the slush of suspicion
the music of joy gave way to whines of anger--
ready at hand were 'lies' of prime youth
in battle-trim for throw-away prices raring for risks-
they guided my life all in sprightly sprints--
now at my exit gate i look into my interiors ;
o how nasty and foul-smelling have i become !
--s.chandra kalaadhar
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