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Truths

One who fixes locks of silence over lips
Keeps patience even truth on finger tips.

Though entire length of string, fire smashes
Strands appear peeping out of ashes.

Wound seems cured when observed outward
Actually it is internally agonising and awkward.

One who pretends to be unbiased and transparent
Concealed in heart there is enough inapparent.

No sooner do birds acquire strength and feather
Than they leave the tree in solitary weather.

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