Lies

Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
I can’t play my trump card; sound like a bard,
And talk of “you”,
taking everyone by surprise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
about some object,
I can’t make you my subject; at any rate,
and say, an object can also be animate,
using argument, a lawyer’s sole device,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
So, I can’t talk of your being,
which certainly isn’t a “thing”,
and say, it’s more fragrant than all the blossoms of spring,
I don’t have that choice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
Hence, I can’t say your beauty though indescribable,
is not a romantic thought,
you’ve truly been, the symbol of an imperceptible “ought”,
I can’t risk being true and nice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
And so, I can’t talk of your inimitable gait,
which has no turbulence of youthful rivers,
and say, it is naturally tranquil, not deliberate,
I can’t pull off that stunt and confront, all the “Hows” and “Whys”
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And do you think I can talk of your voice,
which isn’t another sound in the cacophonous noise,
and say it is music of silence manifesting itself in disguise?
No, that wouldn’t be a lie, howsoever precise,
And, I’ve been told to tell lies
So certainly, I can’t talk of your eyes,
and say, they’re not a pair of dark mirrors,
reflecting darkness of the world outside,
but doors to your luminous inner skies,
I can’t say that,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And obviously, I can’t talk of what I feel in your presence,
and see in your face,
and say, it’s a clue to some inconceivable grace,
as it would be true and unwise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies!