The game of truth and lies
Has endured through every age;
Truth walks a rugged, winding path,
While falsehood treads an easier stage.
Truth often makes one seem a villain,
While lies may earn a hero’s fame;
Those who choose the road of truth
Too often suffer loss and blame.
Socrates spoke the truth aloud,
And drank the poison as his due;
Giordano Bruno, too, was burned,
For truths he steadfastly held true.
The astronomer Galileo
Was confined in his final days;
Baruch Spinoza was cast aside,
Rejected for his honest ways.
King Harishchandra stood by truth,
Forsaking kingdom, wealth, and pride;
Serving at a cremation ground,
He even sought his son’s funeral shroud.
Kabir proclaimed the truth with courage,
Exposing blind fanatic ways;
Bearing ridicule and scorn,
He endured the bitterness of days.
Countless seekers of the truth
Have suffered punishment through time;
Saints, kings, renunciates, and scholars
Offered themselves at truth’s sublime shrine.
The brilliance of truth is sharp and piercing,
A light the world can scarcely bear;
It pricks the eye, disturbs illusion,
And drives the mind from wisdom’s care.
A lie may grant a fleeting triumph,
Yet leaves destruction in its wake;
Truth compels us down a harder road,
But its rewards no lie can fake.
— Vidya
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