Your tales are Truth
Absolute Truth
It is the lovely clap
Of hand-palms, my dear
Your tales scares away
The birds of doubt
Your love is an axe
To the tree of impurity
Your glory and virtues
Are endless that I know
And I am hearing everyday
Your tales the tales of Truth
To the best of my intellectual capacity
Here always day and nights.
gajanan mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovely-clap/
