I Am True

Exactly, I am true, as the wise man said,
Returning to the bedroom when I was sleepy.
So true I was that I had lived a thousand facts,
Turning them over in my reality, like the Sun burns everyday.
The truth of my life is in my bedroom,
Why do cold people seek energy in the night?
Because only the Sun has made you walk in the light,
And gain energy for the upkeep of your family.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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