Truth doesn't lie
Nor does she sleep or slumber
Truth doesn't fly
a propaganda slogan
According to the whims of politics
Truth does die
in a warring world
Because she stubbornly refuses to take sides
Then once she's dead
She rests and resurrects
And she seeks for truth-witnesses
Who again face the danger
of falling to the ground as seeds of truth...

Can truth negotiate
And engage in half-truth
knowing its all a Cosmetic farce?
Can truth roar like a young-lion
Yet meow behind the curtains?
Truth doesn't lie
Nor is she silent
Only people are pretending
to be eloquently deaf!

Truth speaks for the innocent
And she always dies with the innocent
Truth is power and strength
Yet she avoids the forum of power
Truth doesn't need to defend herself
Truth is naked
Even when she's raped she doesn't loose her virginity!
Truth is blind to prejudice...

< First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out -
because I was not a Jew...

Then they came for me -
and there was no one left
to speak out for me.>

Truth is not a publicist
Nor does she seek any position or power
Truth is a victim par excellence
in the hands of duplicity
Yet she never looses her cool
Because she conquers
the conscience of good persons
And she waits patiently to get a hearing
from men and women of honour.

Satyam might be 'silent'
But she never will slumber nor sleep
Satyam speaks no lie.