Lie Poetry
written by: Vidya Shankar
“Liar,” I was once called.
Swore I upon my poetry —
The manifested words, my very breath,
From the depths of my being —
Swore I that I had uttered
No untruths.
Disbelief and scorn greeted me.
After all, what was poetry
But a figment of imagination?
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