Truth Be Told

Then, I thought

I knew the Truth.

I believed in Sun,

the earth was flat and

roses pink, so

I would write.

The ink, the words,

if it’s seen

it must be real.

When mind was spotted

a crowd of notions,

conjured, concerted

governing the hand

called mine,

poetry paused.

Silence felt

more true than words.

Suruchi Arora