You tell lies and wonder how

I manage to know somehow 

That you’re lying all the way

In my face with no dismay. 

You keep wondering how I know

That the truth will not be shown

To my eyes by you today,

You keep wondering while I say:

“I pray for humans to come clean,

Lying is not something keen

I wish they could all know 

That truth will eventually be shown”.

Still you wonder who I am

Knowing things that you don’t name.

Why keep wondering for such long time,

Instead of finding your own intuition and light?

Intuition is my secret,

Biggest gift that I am seeking

In my day to day life

Knowing truth, not taking lies.