THE TRUTHFUL

 The truth,

 Even in its harshest form,

 Does not hesitate,

 To come out from a man,

 Who lives in the path of truth.

A truthful never regrets,

Even when it threats,

His own emotions and interests,

Or begs apology,

 In order to save a relation.

He does not retreat

From his path,

And moves in a zigzag way,

Of skulduggery,

In order to appease anyone.

Uncountable falsehoods,

Fall flat,

Before a truthful man,

The way banana trees,

Surrender near a storm.

But the truthful,

Stands still, Head high,

In any fiercest tempest,

Like a lighthouse,

Showing ways,

To those who know its value,

And wish to grow in its illumination.