Truth is ugly
by Anita R. Belagodu
(Bangalore)
Truth is ugly
The storm behind the calm
Is the bitter- sweet experience.
Hopelessly hopeful of some hope
Sad tears and happy tears
In multi- faced humans, seek mirror of justice.
Sailing away, fishing in troubled waters
Like a distanced kite
Divine faith, an ethereal reach.
There’s God and then the Satan
There’s man and then the Beast.
The real and the unreal, eternal juxtaposition
Paradoxed lives, playfully jinxed in shadowed light.
Succumb to inhuman fallacies in the human
Why this ugliness in living dead??