We are all born,
With truth serum in our bodies,
Our conscience we call it,
In some it’s less,
In others it’s more.
Sometimes it awakens early,
At times, really late,
When we get a taste,
Of our own medicine by fate.
It gnaws at our insides,
Making us toss and turn each night,
Until we decide to act,
And suffer the consequences,
Of our irresponsible actions.
Once, we let it act,
We beckon peace,
And indeed that night,
We serenely fall asleep.
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Oh yes the truth serum we must not ignore. Conscience…well penned
Truth serum! Wonderfully crafted, dear💚
Beautifully put through….
Beautiful one.
A Beautiful description of how our conscience works.
So beautifully written, Sheetal. <3 <3 <3
Wish we should not suppress it.
Wow, Sheetal! that was a terrific one, talking about conscience. Very well said.
Beautifully put!
Very well said
Conscience… Indeed💚💚
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