They say he’s invincible for real, they say he’s immortal,
But on my dining table like a whale, Mr. Truth lies lifeless and pale!
They say he’s the greatest; his policy was the best,
But to flee all made haste, when he was found among the neighborhood’s waste!
I don’t know how to describe him, but I tried my best to revive him,
I even tried to bribe him to live for those who’d survive him!
He didn’t tell me who was to blame, but his last words weren’t the same
As all others who made a big name- he wanted a quick post-mortem!
To know the cause of his death I try, and the answer strikes right in my eye-
He was poisoned and left to die, and he couldn’t even utter, “But why?”
I believe a JAC will be made and our demands will be laid-
“We won’t take back the dead, until enough ex-gratia is paid!”
“Else the scenario will get stormy, because next time it could be you or me.”
And the big boss will say, “Love or abhor me, but do leave 10% for me!”
The motive behind won’t be construed, but his tombstone will bear the words crude-
“Here lies Mr. Truth, not the whole Truth, only his bones and a broken tooth!”
This is how Truth dies in our state, it’s what we call our fate.
That’s why we can’t go out late or why we have a booming death rate.
So let’s do Truth’s post-mortem properly,
So we know how he got dumped in the alley;
I don’t care what happens to him personally,
But let’s think for these nine ranges and the valley.
Satyaam Takhellambam
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