It’s only on the moment of truth
We face our true identity
The shroud of lies
Of history past
Covering ourselves
From us
Bare naked
We are left
To contemplate a personality
We had forgotten long before
Purity that was overwritten
Society’s undue influence
Shaped, manipulated
Suddenly struggling
Trying our best
Rediscover our true self
In the moment
Of truth

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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