poetry

Perception

On an unfortunate day

Truth and Lies consummated

The love child was named perception

Good heavens! Could the world tell

Who that child took after

Truth stayed at home

As bland as it was

It’s power concealed

Lies traveled across the world

Interesting but hollow on the inside

Perceptions was a troubled child

A brat, learned manipulation from dad

Power from mum

Leaned to either parent as per convenience

One day when they were useless

It moved ahead on its own

You ask me what it does now?

Oh it runs the world

It’s the kingmaker.

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