No one knows how long the lies have been preserved

All the storytellers had decided to leave cryptic messages 

Here and there, scattered and visibly camouflaged

Identifying them is a task; while unearthing some narcissistic treasures

Strange incidents have been occurring under the awakened universe

Maybe times are inimical for the truth to remain unapproachable

Lost languages and wayward wanderings took a different journey

A realisation of arriving at the incorrect destination is known to few

Neither the lies can heal nor trustworthy enough for the travellers

The dream of recuperating by wrapping the cloak of lies is alarming

It’s difficult changing the course and choosing a simple journey

Of patiently identifying the truth that remains hidden for ages


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