Power of truth

I know you - my heart, my conscience tells me so;

I knew you, then and I do you now

Don't call it my over-confidence

But certainly I know you more than you,

And, by all means, more than anyone else.

That you are confused, and you have been frail

That you scared the dread of being disowned

Not knowing the powers of truth, and choosing to belie

Even when you were sure of me

Even when you know you lied me for my good.

That I allowed you to take out your anger about all else on me

I dreamt that was the path to the happiness, I believed then and now too

Trust me I was aware that I owned the pain for you!

Your words have only nursed my dreams,

Your feelings expressed confidence in my goal, and my belief

Your letters inspired me, and you have been my strength

You still are!

Long, you have dreaded the truth,

Try wisdom sometimes, try your conscience now

Believe in yourself, and remember the instances of truth

Those of pain when someone else owned them up

To make sure there was the smile, which was the sight of heavens,

Which would make the day when everything else spelt gloom.

Can you not make an effort, again, to brighten that someone's day! 

© Sashikant Mohanty