Each and everyone suffers fate.
Nobody believes in your boost As it is marred by trust...
a unique metaphor showing a mixed bag of feelings
"A Clever set of lies Use deceit for fear Riling up the masses"
"Truth is the ugly child of honesty... Everything looks so beautiful until the truth strikes."
"I'm not writing some fiction; but only the elated truth."
"I grew up in her arms, and had aback of him as a pillar; I always wore the pride of having a menage together."
Don’t open your eyes You’re a nasty guy, as it looks Looks are looks, like a dangerous looks
Truth Is Always Bitter Lies Always Better Heard Telling Truth Always Dangerous
Sometimes pain, bitter truths and a broken heart Can give you different dimensions in life..
We all are lost here, Pretending the sun will shine on us. Whatever may have been to you,
Truth will come out, If you are drunk or if you are emotionally broken.
The poem is an inspiration to stand up for truth and power.
I'm broken But no more I care The truth is spoken And I know it sounds rare
"Yearning for a truth we have never seen valentines are from beyond that dream Are like a sunrise on a whole of stone"
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus To meet so enabled a Man!
"There are lots of novel and extra-noble ways to satisfy from slavery to subjection in this beautiful world"
The truth of poetry Is the truth Of being.
"It is the world, the world of a few, There was a day, when I was new."
"I ask myself why I am so worried, while Watching houses Flow away in flood"
"You're worthless", said the teacher "You're not meant for this subject"
"When did eyelids learn from eyes and its views to betray?"
The light of truth will follow the Shadow of Gandhi’s foot!
Trusting has always been an aching issue...but here we are still trusting...
Death is the acceptance of life, Death is the truth of nature...
This scripture has tremendous value; Till today for the humanity, for the world...
The radiant pearl expresses an intangible essence that hopes to reach the delicate yet deep matter of concern, i.e. ackn...
The poem shows the bitter truth of friendship.
She lay still in the casket A ragged doll with wrinkles all over
What goes on behind closed doors Is too much for the naked eyes to bare
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