some eyes just see your weakness
and their lips spread ugly lies
they use their large, heavy wings,
they use them to fly fast and high.
that when you call out to truth
your slow poke friend, who is behind,
you urge truth not to be a shadow,
but please come out and shine.
Testing and teasing,
truth takes a while.
A schedule it follows, in its own sweet time.
Truth is a naughty fellow,
it will sneak up from behind.
Boy! it’s got it’s timing,
and the timing is wickedly Divine.
When you are reduced to rumors,
When it’s their job to hurt your pride,
Be like the lotus in a murky pond,
Rise above the filth,
and Keep you Identity Alive.
Hand Work: Colors Swathi.