Of gentle flowers they were,
A bedded path that leads to a haven of misgivings,
-Sometimes what appears on the outside belies reality-
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Have you ever taken a route that led to someplace unknown,
A place where people look alike,
Or speak a language familiar,
But dread the steps you take to enter their territory,
You, they view as the stranger.
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I have lived my life as a stranger,
In a land where I was born,
Where people have misguided forms of interpretation.
Have you known of places like these?
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I walk away sometimes,
hearing whispers that is close to lies,
wondering if those people who speak those cumbersome lines,
know how they portray themselves to the world outside.
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I have come to summarize that truth can never be made into lies,
nor can lies ever be told as truths. They will surface sometime to create a commotion deep within you.
-shobana-
Read it on video. Reaching Out to the Heaven in You.
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
Wow! Beautiful thoughts, Shobana! Truth always wins finally.
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So happy you liked it, KK
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A beautiful piece, Shobana. Yes, the truth will always triumph and those who disagree can continue to live with their misconceptions. Be brave! 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen,
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Very relatable!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Such a wonderful piece, Shobana. It’s true; no amount of truth can cover up lies nor can the reverse be true. Truths just remain truths and lies lies. What an amazing thought, something most people forget. 👏 🌼🤗
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