On Speaking The Truth
I have heard many times,
Of my elders speaking this,
Speak truth even ye commit crimes,
And please God by doing this,
If the truth you always speak,
Your head will he high like a peak.
The most senior in saints of all,
And Abdul Qadir was his name,
Advised his mother telling not lies at all,
And obedient son did the same,
Before the robbers the truth he quoth,
Its result, to mend they took oath.
No doubt speaking the truth is hard,
Like the steam from the water,
But hearing the truth is too much hard,
Like from steam being water,
I be hardly recognized by thee,
My mostly friends are against me.
That he be happy like skylark,
On muddy ground does never land,
Reaching his nest before being dark,
So never he falls on the sand,
And can soar does where he desire,
No stain is there on his attire.
For a truth many lies be told,
Like the sun by clouds hidden,
And as smuggling the precious gold,
But, miraj ends at all of sudden,
When curtain removes from the sin,
The truth will certainly win.
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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