The Truth

Truth is shadows disappear in blackness
and senses always stick to their fences,
then who do you go behind.
On that blue mountain, stands a little girl
who kisses her mother before
she touches the sky
Let me fall down for once and all, she says
Let me see the chasm of peace, she smiles
The one which constantly calls for me
I don't want to learn from enemies
and those friends in the guise of faith
wear stabbing robe 
I know too much which shakes my nerves
to now not able to count the door to my dorm
Truth is I don't wish to laugh on the poor anymore,
poor by the means of happiness,
howsoever transitory.
I am numbed by the breaths which haunt me
asking me to push every second 
that the dryness of clocks strike me 
with a heavy blow
These nights trick me into their tattered rags
and I am sick of walking blind
Truth is people are puppets at the hands of life
and truths are never realized
Let me chase mine, mother
Let me fall for once and all.