Truth has no need for empty praise
By those attired in scholar’s garb,
So keenly with the microscopes
And scalpels of their intellects
Dissecting all her varied forms
And chaining them in epithets.
Serenely indifferent is she,
And goes about her changeless ways
With unrelenting certainty.
What army of old scientists
Could grasp her trailing tresses as
She travels through Eternity?
Anish Poddar has been writing poetry since he was seven, and he is passionate about art, particularly pencil portraiture. He enjoys playing the guitar and keyboard, and loves reading philosophy (and anything in general). He is currently completing his undergraduate degree in computer science in Bangalore, India.