Quite often sweet lies, <br />Almost every one likes <br />And a blunt truth <br />Leads one to wrath. <br /> <br />Every one, guilt-free, <br />Any time, wants to be. <br />So they resort to lies, <br />To cover their faults. <br /> <br />'Me, the thorn pricked, ' <br />Thus, the thorn is blamed, <br />And not the one stepped <br />O'er it, enroute, unnoticed. <br /> <br />'My Lord, a coin you spare, ' <br />Prays a beggar to a miser, <br />Praising him as a donor <br />Just to fill up his hunger. <br /> <br />'Oh, you're a source of joy' <br />Says a henpecked hubby <br />Facing her usual fry <br />That makes him almost cry. <br /> <br />Can he stay with his wife, <br />Peacefully under one roof? <br />Lie comes to his rescue here, <br />For him to live sans any fear. <br /> <br />A lie saves a nation sometime, <br />Be it diplomacy, its other name. <br />One can lie to save a life <br />From falling into a strife. <br /> <br />How many lies under an oath <br />Do come up to cover the truth <br />In His Lordship's Court, <br />To save a guilty from guilt? <br /> <br />Thanks to all the sweet lies <br />For saving many battles <br />And keeping all souls happy, <br />Under the cloud of hypocrisy.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blunt-truth-or-sweet-lies/
